So, I was driving home from work the other day and was stopped at a red light. I looked over at the car next to me on the right and saw a women singing at the top of her lungs. This made me laugh out loud. Man, she looked hilarious. But then I realized I am also a car singer. Is this what I look like every time I jam to 2Pac? Yikes.
See, the car rides to and from work are pretty much the only times I have to myself. I certainly can't play the Notorious B.I.G. in the car with the boys. It's bad enough I have Andrew singing to Paul Anka. I can just hear him singing to his friends, "The world is filled with pimps and 'hos..."
Not only do I sing, but I dance in the car if it's a song I really like. I can just imagine what I look like to people on the outside. It's one thing to sing to a song while the windows are open and you can hear the music. It's quite another to see someone sing and bust a move when you can't hear what they're listening to.
It just looks like the person is having a seizure.
Yeah, I'm that guy.
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