RIGHT HERE WAITING FOR YOU BY RICHARD MARX
★★★★★ (4 out of 5)
Hello, and welcome to my week-by-week review of everything in the world. Today I am reviewing Right Here Waiting for You by Richard Marx.
While out for a walk the other day, a painting of a flower caught my eye through the window of a Subway restaurant. When I stepped in to admire it more closely, I realized it was considerably less impressive than it had first appeared. For one thing, it was a photo of a painting, not an actual painting. And it had been printed out on a home printer. Still, it was better than nothing, and I think whoever stapled it to the vinyl wall paper knew that.
There was a seat available beneath the flower, I was hungry, and Subway was offering a free snack-size bag of chips with the purchase of any 12″ meat bonanza and a 64 oz. soda. It was lunch time.
The sandwich was surprisingly flavorless considering the bonanza it contained, the soda spilled out all over my lap, and a fast hobo stole my free chips. I suppose there was nothing about the deal that explicitly stated for whom the chips were free. I lost my chips on a technicality. It was the worst lunch I had had in days.
That is, until I noticed the song being played over the speakers. It was Right Here Waiting for You by Richard Marx! Getting to listen to song of such caliber while eating my lunch turned a horrible experience into a bearable one.
Without music playing while eating, why would I even want to eat? No one wants to eat lunch while sitting in silence. What a bore that would be. Music playing in the background improves everything, from shopping at the mall to buying gasoline or just walking past a restaurant with outdoor seating. Imagine these places without music playing. Snoozeville. Music makes every experience more awesome.
In this case it was Richard Marx improving what would have otherwise been a lackluster time, but it could have been any song by anyone, as long as there was a song on.
Please join me next week when I’ll be reviewing a Chanel quilted purse.
3 responses
Okay Ted now I’m kind of mad at you because the second I saw the title of this review, that song started playing in my head. I can’t make it stop now.
Dear Shannon,
I am sorry. I did not mean to make anyone mad. Please except my sincere apologies. I recommend you do not read next week’s column.
Your Friend,
Ted
Ted I think having Chanel purses dancing in my head will probably beat out Richard Marx. And I was only mad for a minute so I’ll be back next week.
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