Dad goes upstairs to get something. I turn off the radio and put on a Joni Mitchell CD. Twenty minutes later:
Dad: ...they've played, like, ten Joni Mitchell songs in a row.
Me: Yeah, no, I put on a CD.
Dad: Oh thank god. I thought she'd died.
And also setissma as ms_h_granger on an HP roleplay:
I do not actually need luck in love. I could settle for luck in sex. Or, you know, luck in grocery shopping. At this point in my life, I would totally be happy with a really great sale on produce.
Wow. I am beyond pathetic. Clearly, I need to get laid. Time pull out my... Man, my little black book has everyone's tea preferences.