This afternoon I was driving to pick up my meds and I was singing “Call Me Maybe” at the top of my lungs and I pulled up next to this burly guy in a truck at the red light and he rolls down his window and starts screaming “WHAT’S YOUR FUCKING DEAL, LADY? I DID NOTHING TO YOU” and I was like, “Um…I know? Why are you yelling at me? I don’t even know who you are” and he stared at me with that same baffled look that Victor gives me and he explained that he’d watched me screaming at him in his rear view mirror for the last minute and I was all, “Dude. That was me singing. I just sing really enthusiastically.” And then he stared at me for a minute and all his anger washed away and he said, “Oh. Shit. My bad. Turn it up.” And so I did, and “Call Me Maybe” was still on and HE SANG IT ALONG WITH ME. Like, even doing a little dance in his car. And suddenly it went from hurt feelings and road rage to a weird, impromptu highway dance party.
This is how I want the whole world to work.