I was driving on 163 North today, past a particularly stolid stretch of freeway traffic colliding with downtown, when the Spotify app on my phone did that annoying thing where it stops playing music and starts stringing together advertisements (KFC’s new Cheetos Chicken sandwich, Hims for Men hair-loss prevention, a concert in San Francisco featuring an artist only tangentially related to my listening habits). I suffered these corporate entreaties as I continued to wheel softly down the soft gradient of onramp leading towards Hillcrest and Balboa Park, making a mental note to myself for the 500th time to just go ahead and pay Spotify the $9.
Poll: Would you rather trade Reyes or Renfroe?
