Today I ventured out to the Bronx for a purpose that was entirely unrelated to going to Target - I visited David and Jana Badger and their adorable little boy Breyton. David was my home teacher during my sophomore year at BYU, and the original President of my fan club (and also, in my opinion, the spitting image of what my little brother Dave will look like in 10 years). Anyway, they invited me over, and it was great to see them again.
When I got on the train to head home, there was a man in the middle of the car with a guitar. As I sat down at the end of the car, he shouted, "Okay, the next person on this train to get a song about them is gonna be the white lady!" I looked up from my book, and sure enough, I was the only white person in the car. I laughed and turned back to my book, causing the gentleman to yell, "White lady! Hey, white lady! This song's for you." He then composed a song to what I think was the tune of Mariah Carey's "I'll Be There" that had something to do with turning my hair from red to black and protecting me and also going to Wendy's.
It was the first time I've ever had a song written about me (that I know of), and I have to say, I was a little let down.