On a particularly steamy summer night in 2012, I found myself in a cab, windows rolled down, my wife and I suddenly lip-syncing the words to Carly Rae Jepsen’s “Call Me Maybe” in tandem with a pair of total strangers in a car stopped alongside us at a traffic light. As our respective vehicles began to move, a sort of mime-off occurred, culminating in one of the passengers across the way holding up an empty pizza box and grinning uncontrollably.
It’s difficult to explain how and why this happe...
Published on May 15, 2015 09:01