Today -while I was driving on my main drag, I found myself heavily engrossed in thought. A plethora of thoughts actually. Sometimes my mind feels like its on six cups of coffee while my body seems to be on 3 tylenol pm's. Strange. Btw, I dont drink coffee. Sometimes ill have a decaf cappuccino for the fun of social coffee drinking, but thats about as far as it goes.
Anywhoo- Im stopped at a red light, and I suddenly turn to my left- which ill have you all know- when im driving, I usually look only straight ahead for a number of reasons.
1. Its always awkward if you see an acquaintance on the road. For that one second when youre not sure whether to wave, nod, smile or even roll down the window to acknowledge their presence - its really odd. I usually smile- only to get rebuffed, so ive learned the hard way to stay at 10 and 2.
2. I dont like to see creepy guys looking into my car and staring at me chewing gum, yeah its gum, nothing too complicated. Move on creepazoid.
3. I tend to sing in my car and when im busted, I get embarrassed, so Id rather pretend that there is no one else on the road while im belting out FREE FALLIN' or YOU SHOOK ME ALL NIGHT LONG.
Back to my story- So I look left and see this dude jamming out hard core to a tune I cant quite make out. This guy is pounding away at his steering wheel- air drum style. NOW- we have all seen this before, but trust me when I tell you, this guy was covering ground like whoa. He had some side action, some in between action and some head jerking action going on. This guy was jamming like it was nobodys business. He even hit the imaginary cymbal at one point. Ive NEVER seen anything like it. He was in the zone and couldnt give a damn who was watching.
Suddenly, I was one of those creepy people transfixed by my lane partner- hard core staring. The car behind me let out a roar of a honk alerting me to the fact that the light had changed -- distracting him.. and... I was CAUGHT- I was one of those shady gawkers- I smiled and floored the gas in horrification.
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