How does it feel?
Any one who has rode in my car knows how every song/cd can turn into a karaoke session. What is less known (since I only to it while I'm alone) is my love for singing at people.
...Any way, I was driving around earlier today, giving an extra energetic performance of "Blue Monday" when I felt a cold glare. Some surly tool with a mustache was peering over at me while we were at a red light, so I belted out a few lines while staring him dead in the eye. If you've never done this, I recommend it. The reaction is analogous to staring at someone while (standing the "wrong way") in an elevator; a mix of shame and fear swell in their eyes. Once the light turns green, we both drive off. At this point I realize that the guy is in a cop car and is in fact a cop himself. He proceeds to trail me for a mile or two, but to no avail.
How does it feel? Awesome.
<3
Spice 1
...Any way, I was driving around earlier today, giving an extra energetic performance of "Blue Monday" when I felt a cold glare. Some surly tool with a mustache was peering over at me while we were at a red light, so I belted out a few lines while staring him dead in the eye. If you've never done this, I recommend it. The reaction is analogous to staring at someone while (standing the "wrong way") in an elevator; a mix of shame and fear swell in their eyes. Once the light turns green, we both drive off. At this point I realize that the guy is in a cop car and is in fact a cop himself. He proceeds to trail me for a mile or two, but to no avail.
How does it feel? Awesome.
<3
Spice 1