We took the light rail to the Mall of America, where the remains of my tax rebate check – squirreled away and hidden from the world – was spent on three adorable skirts, three tops, two pairs of trousers and two fitted jackets.
And a pair of earrings.
But before the shopping?
There was the light rail and the inspirational – nay, magical – appearance of MC Mutter.
You know MC Mutter, don’t you? He’s the guy on public transportation, the man mysteriously rapping into his cell phone, complete with hand gestures and appropriate facial tics and lip movements.
You know, most lip-synchers have headphones on and have somehow immersed themselves in the belief that not only do they know all the words but that others are as enamored of their poseur-selves as they are.
That’s where MC Mutter has risen head and shoulders above the fray: he don’t need no steenkin’ headphones.
All this guys needs is an audience, something to use as a microphone, and those dulcet muttering tones of his…
It’s all a part of conspiracy to both annoy and – well, no. Just annoy.
I like to imagine MC Mutter and his crew, the Watchoo Lookinats, rolling across the U.S., enlightening the masses without actually acknowledging them, sullenly a-slouch in as many seats as possible, as far back as possible.
It's a new twist on an old need.
You get out and around, right? Do me a favor. If you see MC Mutter, tell him “hey” for me.
I think that guy’s going places.
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