Without a second thought and descending toward the underground Red Line station, well out of earshot, again I hear, "What's Love got to do with it?" Turning over my shoulder, I discover a business woman half-singing the tune.
"You got it stuck in your head too?" I offer.
"Do I ever!" she replies, hardly pausing to respond to my question as she heads toward the southbound side of the platform.
Waiting for the northbound train, I quietly stand among a noisy crowd of young professionals. I involuntarily hum, "Hhmt's Hmve hhot to do, hhot to do hwith it?”
Smiling, I sit on the train heading towards home. “Is it always this simple?” I wonder.