Lalalalalaaaaaa

I like to sing. Not the normal people version of singing which involves pitch and tune and melody, but the jam-out-in-my-car-like-I'm-on-drugs kind of singing. For example... I don't have the best range. I most certainly cannot hit the high notes, but that doesn't stop me from singing along with Kelly Clarkson and Katy Perry at the top of my lungs while on my way to work. And I don't just sing, I dance. Or flail. Whatever. I point to the windshield whenever I sing "you" and place my hand violently on my chest when I sing "me" and I make ridiculous faces to express the emotion of the song.

Anyone who has heard "But, Honestly" by the Foo Fighters can probably relate to this story...

So I'm driving to Walmart, jamming to Echoes, Silence, Patience, Grace (Foo Fighter's album) which is a pretty jamtastic album in general. Well, I turn it to But, Honestly and start to sing and bounce around and flail-dance as I pull into the parking lot. Quick fact about me... I have what I call music OCD. If you change a song before it's over, and especially you evil fuckers who listen to half a song, change it, half of another song, change it... I hate you. I really really really hate you. Because I do not like to stop listening until the song is OVER. Completely over. So... I pull into a parking spot between 2 huge trucks with no one in them and sit in my car to complete my listening experience. "I give it to you... I give it to you....." JAM OUT FREAKTASTIC AWESOME MUSIC WOOOO (listen to it on youtube 3:10 is what I'm talking about), and I'm in my car with the volume blasting, semi-headbanging, making funny faces and singing so loud that my eyes are closed. And then I start drumming on my steering wheel like I'm a badass... which I'm not. Once the song fades out, I turn to switch off the stereo and notice out of the corner of my eye that the big truck on my right has changed colors. Which means that in my mini seizure, the driver returned to his truck, left and another truck pulled in without me noticing. Well driver #2 sure noticed me. He was standing next to his vehicle, hand still on the door, staring at me open mouthed. This is the point when a normal person would get out of their car and start walking into Walmart, but there was no way in hell I was getting out of my car until he stopped staring at me. My face blood red, I fiddled with my phone and pretended to text or something until the guy got the hint and ambled off towards the entrance. I waited a full 3 minutes before exiting my car and going about my shopping. Driver #2, if you read this, you can just go to hell because I was jamming out to some quality music in the privacy of my little car and if you want to judge, then go judge someone else. So there.

But man oh man am I looking forward to the playlist of showtunes I have lined up for my commute to work today... better start warming up my voice!