This morning on the train, Diane noticed a small hispanic girl who looked particularly displeased to be riding. She was cute, a small little thing with dark brown hair and an extremely small face, riding between her mother and father. They looked equally displeased with their morning commute.
The little girl was slouching, leaning on her mother trying to eat a half of a bacon & egg sandwich, but was drifting rapidly off to sleep. She continued to slouch onto her mother’s lap until finally she was laying down, holding her half a sandwich to her face. Like a giant pacifier, she held it over her mouth, smearing egg all over her face.
And that’s when I remembered *We Will Rock You* by Queen.