Something like a phenomenon
Something you might not know about me: When I'm driving, I sing along to my ipod. And when I say sing along, I mean I full-on BELT IT and driver-seat-dance. This is how I roll. I am well aware it probably looks bizarre to anyone who happens to look my way, but I cannot tell you how much I DO NOT GIVE A CRAP if people think I'm a weirdo, because check it: as zortified will no doubt tell you, I am a weirdo. I might as well own it and have some fun.
So the Yeah Yeah Yeahs' "Phenomenon" comes on as I'm driving home from the bank, and I'm dancing and singing to my little heart's content, when a dude cuts me off. I do not pay this much mind, because serioulsy: Phenomenon is on. It's impossible to be in a bad mood.
I gather he looked in his rearview mirror, well aware he'd just pulled a pretty dick move, and saw me carrying on and assumed I was furiously cursing him to all the hells. Or something. So he did what comes natural to douchebags: he flipped me off.
Seeing this, and realizing WHY he probably did it, I just started laughing, because man - a bit defensive isn't he?
But now it occurs to me that one day I'm probably going to get a gun pulled on me when someone mistakes me singing along to Mr. Blue Sky for hollering something nasty about their mothers.
I think it's kind of fitting.
So the Yeah Yeah Yeahs' "Phenomenon" comes on as I'm driving home from the bank, and I'm dancing and singing to my little heart's content, when a dude cuts me off. I do not pay this much mind, because serioulsy: Phenomenon is on. It's impossible to be in a bad mood.
I gather he looked in his rearview mirror, well aware he'd just pulled a pretty dick move, and saw me carrying on and assumed I was furiously cursing him to all the hells. Or something. So he did what comes natural to douchebags: he flipped me off.
Seeing this, and realizing WHY he probably did it, I just started laughing, because man - a bit defensive isn't he?
But now it occurs to me that one day I'm probably going to get a gun pulled on me when someone mistakes me singing along to Mr. Blue Sky for hollering something nasty about their mothers.
I think it's kind of fitting.