“Can I just say, I turned around expecting to find an unattractive young man with his music really loud like yours, well because I was just in New York last week and that’s what they all do. But instead I found a young beautiful lady, wow; good on you make sure you keep pumping it up. We are just heading out to the city; it’s her birthday today. Enjoy your night.”
She then drove off.
What am I talking about you ask?
This is how it went..
It was 5 pm on a Friday afternoon, cruising in peak hour traffic, jamming to Usher, “Players when you see me, act like you know me, I keep a dollar worth of dimes, you know pimpin’ aint easy”. In most occasions, whilst driving, noise outside the car is an indication that the music is not loud enough, so I took care of it, as I generally do.
When I stopped at the 300th red light of the day, I noticed a black S class Saloon Mercedes on my right, a well put middle-aged lady driving with her friend, roughly 50+ years of age, two of which began to stare in my direction. I glimpsed over and saw the driver speaking, assuming she was having a conversation with the passenger, I minded my business, plus I wouldn’t hear an explosion if it happened in front of me.
I looked over to analyse how the beige leather interior marries with the black exterior, yes perfect, then noticed that she began shouting at me – ME, WHAT?
I turned the music down ready to defend myself because I knew I was going to get lectured by a woman who has a problem with my loud tunes – how dare she. Instead, she graced me with compliments and embraced my youth.
I explained that I’m definitely not the favourite neighbour in the hood; so she laughed and she said, “Oh don’t worry about them, they don’t know how to have fun”.
The light turned green, I made a wrong assumption, and that was that.
Écrire,ns. 