I made a quick detour to the pharmacy last night. Well, it was meant to be a quick detour, but they were piping in some crazy-good music that turned a two-minute “run in and pick up makeup remover” stop into a 10-minute, “run in, pick up makeup remover … then leisurely stroll over to the skin care aisle and pretend to weigh the benefits of Eucerin and St. Ives” stop.

I fought back the urge to grab a hairbrush and sing along — at least until I got home.

From “You May Be Right,” Billy Joel, Glass Houses, 1980:

Friday night I crashed your party.
Saturday I said I’m sorry.
Sunday came and trashed me out again.
I was only having fun, wasn’t hurting anyone,
And we all enjoyed the weekend for a change.

I’ve been stranded in the combat zone.
I walked through Bedford Stuy alone.
Even rode my motorcycle in the rain.
And you told me not to drive, but I made it home alive,
So you said that only proves that I’m insane.

You may be right, I may be crazy.
But it just may be a lunatic you’re looking for.
Turn out the light; don’t try to save me.
You may be wrong for all I know,
But you may be right.

Best. Pharmacy. Trip. Ever.

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