this is basically my every day after work in the summer (minus the iced white mocha, i'm not rich) because i don't have AC in my car. one day as i was passing lake calhoun during the height of rush hour i kept playing leap frog with a sporty little white car. the driver looked like a super-douche; no shirt, backwards baseball cap, ray bans, perfectly tanned, you know the type.
i was trying so hard to not be annoyed, which is incredibly difficult in rush hour traffic, so i turned up chroma by cartel a little louder and settled in for what looked to be a long ride.
as we got to the stoplight i realized my lane neighbor was none other than white-car-perfect-tan. neat.
out of the corner of my eye i saw movement. so i turned to look at him and he's leaning over to the passenger side of his car and yells, "i love cartel! this album is so great!" through the open window. massive grin on his face. i was shocked, i managed to smile and give some weak-action response like, "yeah, i love them too." then the light changed and he yelled, "have a great day!" gave a little wave and was off.
the rest of my ride i thought about how wrong i had been. how often do i connect with strangers on the street over a shared love of anything? oh, practically never. i had completely written him off as being a decent human being just based on the fact that he had a zippy little car and a smile like you'd see on a dentist office waiting room poster. in our 5 second interaction he turned out to be genuinely nice and i turned out to be the super-douche.
i guess the saying is right, don't judge a book by it's cover.
xo
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