Driving home, I noticed the car in front of me, bobbing and weaving. Meandering in and out of my lane, without any rhyme or reason."Uhm. Excuse me...!" I uttered from behind my steering wheel, knowing full well that the driver of this little white Nissan wasn't going to concede my wishes, whether she could hear me or not.
After a few short moments, though they felt quite lengthy in my haste, she finally moved her keester out of my way. Ceasing the moment, I blasted past her with a flash. I looked down into the cockpit of her sedan, as I blew by, and noticed her flailing her arms about, in rhythm to the music, I assumed. I also noticed her really mouthing words that I could not hear over the blasting of my own music. She appeared to really be annunciating every word out of her mouth. She really meant whatever it was she was saying.
"Oh!" I vocalized, "No wonder you wouldn't let me by. You're in the middle of a concert."
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