First, I am convinced that my iPod is a sentient being because it played this:

and this, back-to-back:

(It played this song after those 2, which I take as proof that my iPod is as international as I want to be.)

Second, texting, while disconnecting my iPod, right after turning off my gps, in the parking lot of Whole Foods this afternoon, on my way to work, I almost choked on all the first world middle class privilege.