She sat in the passenger seat singing along with the man on the radio. She bobbed her head to the beat and used her index fingers to reenact the percussion. Suddenly, one corner of her mouth hiked up to produce a cynical, "I don't really want to be here" smile.

"I bet when they were writing this song, they never envisioned a sickly, bald woman screaming, 'Born to be wiiiiiild!'"

Oh, Mother...