maybe it was the beatific smile plastered to my face. maybe it was that i was wearing a bright yellow shirt and they were amazed that someone actually chooses to wear best buy yellow. maybe i just look extra cute with my sticky-uppy hair. i’m not sure what it was but they sure were helpful at the big best buy on lyndale.
i had to resist the urge to shout, it’s paul westerberg to all 17 people who offered to help me.
i scuttled my way to the Ws, but i had misguessed. i landed in the Rap aisle where the Rap browsers all gave me that “sugar, you’re in the wrong aisle” look. and i was, i can admit it.
i made my way to the Ws and with trembling hands, i spotted “Come Feel Me Tremble.” One down three to go. i headed straight on for the Gs and was a little panicy when i could see Grand Funk Railroad and Grandaddy, but no Grandpa Boy. i was about to resign myself to ordering it online when i spotted it way down in front, low where tall people don’t look.
two down three to go. i hadn’t the foggiest notion where one might find the concert DVD, so i headed to the DVD area where i had to resist the urge to pick up “Singles” on DVD. i searched up and down every DVD aisle. did you know there’s like some line of Hooters DVDs, yeah. i probably didn’t need to know that either.
finally, i gave up and went in search of one of my 17 pals.
“excuse me,” i said standing next to the cutie with the funky sideburns stocking Godsmack CDs.
“let me guess,” he said. “westerberg.”
“yes! i need the DVD.”
“it’s right over here,” he said heading off for the new music releases aisle.
“i looked in the DVDs,” i said.
“everyone does, here you go” he said handing me the DVD.
and then i paid and ran out to ruby, cursing the fact that she doesn’t have a CD player, drove 70 mph back to work, and now, i am smiling that dreamy, dreamy smile and shaking my messy westerberg hair and listening to him sing “i’m so lonesome i could cry.”
it’s a wonderful paul westerberg day!