I was driving home, and the radio was tuned between stations--now it would pick up one, now it would pick up another. I turned left, out of the parking structure, and it picked up some conservative gasbag saying that the only way to avoid death panels and turning Granny into Soylent Green was to go back to the fiscal responsibility of the Bush era. Before I could get angry, I turned right into the street. The gasbag faded out in a buzz of static and was replaced by a charming pop ditty from this summer.
Sometimes, the universe saves you the trouble of even having to think.