I love Aretha Franklin. Specifically, I love the song "Respect". I have absolutely AWESOME memories of that song, the best one being the night that my friend Sue, and her friend Sue and I got stuck in a HUGE traffic jam on the Kennedy expressway in front of the Rosemont Horizon (now the All State Arena) after the Amnesty International concert let out on the night of June 13, 1986. The traffic was so thick and no one was moving, so we decided to crank up the tunes. We were singing and dancing in our seats when "Respect" came on the radio, and all at once we decided to get out of the car and dance. We were dancing and singing in the middle of I-90, which was funny enough, but then other people got out of their cars and danced with us! It truly felt like some crazy scene out of "Fame".
When the song ended, we had a good laugh and everybody got back in their cars. To this day I can't hear that song without that specific memory and a Cheshire cat grin on my face.
Which is specifically why I HATE THESE FRICKEN CRICKET MOBILE COMMERCIALS. Not only are they annoying as hell and run incessantly, but they have ruined and cheapened one of the greatest songs of all time.
I hope Aretha has some ear plugs; I know I need a pair. And maybe a fork so I can poke my eyes out.
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