"I Do Not Belong To You"

I took a brief hike into Albuquerque's Embudo Canyon on Friday (I hadn't been there since Feb. 1973), but sitting in the car at the trailhead parking lot, I was seized by an uncharacteristic claustrophobia. The couple in the car next to me were having a lover's quarrel, and the woman kept repeating to the guy, "You belong to me, but I do not belong to you." Creeped me out. I fled up the trail into the great outdoors.