Last night I went to Shea Stadium (which was awesome the Mets walked over the Phillies and also didn’t blow it) and right as we got on the subway to go back to Brooklyn (with a pit stop at the Court Square Diner to get zinfandel and cheese fries of course).

When I got off the G train the rains had stopped but had left the streets wet and reflecting all the street lights. My friends had gotten off the train at Classon and Clinton/Washington and I put my iPod on and after messing around with it decided to just set it to shuffle (a move I do usually when I’m tired and don’t want to think).

When getting off at Fulton I noticed a very jolie laide young woman in an interesting outfit getting out in front of me and ahead of me in the same direction as me. Right as I emerged from the subway stop my ipod shuffles to Jane B by Serge Gainsbourg and Jane Birkin. She walked by the Brooklyn Academy of Music with its night lights making everything around sparkle.

She then turns left. I must go straight, but then from a block away I notice that there is a blinking Don’t Walk signal on Flatbush Ave – if I miss this chance to cross that street, it’ll be Waitsville, population: 8 minutes, for me. I know I have to start making a run for it and right then Take the A Train by Duke Ellington shuffles on as I am rushing for the street and then barely make it across with not a second to spare.

It’s like my iPod could sense the mood of what was going on in the world outside of my pocket. If it were possible, I would have given it the biggest high five. My iPod’s name is the Venerable Bede maybe I should rename it the Prescient Bede.