Kim did one of those MeMe things and mentioned how she saw every single Hall & Oates concert. (Yeah, you have to scroll all the way down before you see that. ‘Someone’ can get very verbose, unlike me.) Then she mentioned the dreaded song: Maneater. I am going to explain why I hate that song.
Back in the olden days when Frank & I were dating, sometimes I would drive. I figured it was only fair to share the driving since every time we went out, he had to drive down from the Bronx.
I had a teeny, tiny silver Honda Civic back then. This car was so light that when it died on me (as it often did) I was able to roll down the car window to reach in to hold the steering wheel and steer it while pushing it. Thank God I never was in an accident in that car because it would have folded up like an accordion. (Yes, the fact that it was small has relevance to this story.)
When I am driving and I need to look behind me, I don’t just use the mirrors and/or turn my head. I twist my entire body to look behind me. This involves swinging my right arm around and resting it on the back of the passenger seat. Someone always managed to be in the way whenever he was in my car as a passenger. I can’t even keep track of how many times Frank got whacked in the head. You would think the guy would have learned to duck after the first couple of times.
During this time period, that Hall & Oates song, Maneater, was popular. Someone changed the words and title to ManBeater. I can’t hear that song without thinking of that.
