Random observation:
I walk everywhere. I see strange things all the time. Today...well...I don't know how STRANGE it was, but this little situation struck me.
I was walking on 13th Street near the Logan intersection and this guy was JAMMING out in his car. I mean...his radio was sooooo loud. Not just "hey this is a great song I'm going to pump it!" but ear-breaking, heart throbbing, so-loud-you-could-hear-it-two-streets-away type of noise. In some sort of Lexusyuppiemobile.
I love Beastie Boys so I was pleased to hear this dude jamming out to this. But when I looked over...the guy was like TOTALLY STONE FACED. No emotion. Not even bobbing his head ever-so-slightly. No finger tapping. NOT EVEN A PINKY!! It was like he was a statue. A statue in a fancy suit. No tattoos, no piercings, no emotion, no nothin'!
Now...I don't know about you, but I just cannot help but flail my arms around, wiggle, headbang, pull out my invisible microphone...whatever...when the music is blasting in my car. And I NEVER blast music as loud as this dude...and I don't wear fancy suits.
So...hey guy! Think you could maybe move around, just a teeeeeeensy weeeetle bit, next time?? Thanks.
