Being Childish

One time during my sophomore year in college
I was forced to share a ride home for the holidays
with the campus freak named Julia. She wore
'Dr. Who' T-shirts (and not in a hip Brooklyn
kinda way) and in class she constantly made
bizarre references to the lives of various cartoon
characters. I was shit out of luck because Julia
was the only one that posted a flyer heading north.

'WHOOOO ARE YOUUUU? Need a ride north
for the holidays? As Dr. Who says 'The best way
to find out where you've come from is to find out
where you're going, and then work backwards.'
Call me Julia for a ride x7345'

Julia picked me up in a large pea green Scooby
Doo style van with a shiny sticker on it reading:

'When Things Get Rough There is HR Puff N' Stuff!'

The interior was adorned with Dr. Who crap, candy
wrappers, cartoon stickers and stuffed animals. Ten
minutes into our trip after Julia found out I never saw
nor wanted to see an episode of Dr. Who and that I
thought Scrappy Doo was a 'waste of a dog' she got
into a royal huff and popped in her '101 Cartoon
Theme Songs' cassette and sang along to some
of the words while humming along to the rest in
a way I found very, very annoying:

'He's Popeye the sailor man..toot toot! He hmm
hmm hmm hmm hmm hmmmmmmm..'

Julia may have been strange but she did share
one piece of good advice with me I still recall,
'You know there's no point in being a grown up
if you can't be childish-sometimes.'