It's something that everyone does
I am a shameless car dancer. But not only do I dance, I sing. I don't care what people think in the cars around me. My work day is over, I'm playing my favorite songs, and you're never gonna stop me! Why is this a topic of conversation today? Well, thank you for asking. Today, as I was driving home from work (I always take the long way on state street when I wanna jam out) with my windows down enjoying the sun and mildly warm weather, I turned on my new favorite album. Montevallo by Sam Hunt. It's one of those things that everyone must dance to. If you're a fan of country music, you need to check it out. Even if you're not, you need to check it out. It's just enough country with a refreshing twist. I don't care if you don't like country. It's dance music!
So, what else to do? I danced! And sang, like no one was watching.
Well, people were.
A car full of attractive men, might I add.
But did this stop me? No. I turned my music up louder and rocked out harder. I should probably let you know that despite my awesome head banging, seat bouncing, and hair whipping, I do drive safely. I keep my eyes open at all times, unless stopped at a light. Then that's go time. The light is red, and you better be dancing like it's your last thee minutes and ten seconds on Earth. If you can't do that, I'm pretty sure we can't be friends. Life is about enjoying the little things. This means you must dance. So, that's what I did. At this light where these guys met up with me, and watched this whole time, I didn't even care that people could see me, or hear me singing just as loud as I could so I could hear myself over the music (sorry if you were anywhere near me. Normally my voice is near angelic [another terrible lie] but today it was sub par). These guys kept time with me for at least two songs until I pulled into a gas station and they pulled in behind me.
Now, I did have a small panic attack based on my experience with a rather frightening road-rager following me home last week and threatening to hurt me. I was a little afraid, but these guys got out of the car and walked up to my windows and leaned in so they could see me. Their eyes were a little glistened over like they had been crying or something.
"That," this guy says to me, laughing pretty hard, "Was probably the best thing I've ever seen."
"We're leaving for summer sales today, and that was the best way to start this road trip." Another said.
As payment for my entertainment they filled my tank and bought me a Monster.
Perhaps I should become a professional Car Dancer. Seems to be a fruitful career.
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