I'm sitting at a stoplight, frusterated* because I'm running late for work, when I remember that I have the CD Cherany sent me in my purse. I dig it out and push it into the CD player, thinking that Christmas music will cheer me up. Especially because this Christmas music is being sung by the Celtic Women and nothing cheers me up more than seeing that spritely blonde chick jig around the stage while playing her violin. So obviously the CD is the next best thing.
The problem is, my car is old. And finicky. And when it gets cold outside it likes to take the CD for a moment and then spit it back out at me at a surprisingly high speed. That's right. My car randomly launches CDs at me. Occasionally I can trick it into taking the CD if I blow hot air on the CD first and then hit the dashboard a few times while I'm pressing play. I tried that a few times to no avail.
It was during my sixth attempt that I noticed the gentleman in the car next to me.
I realize that it was probably quite a shock to him, pulling up next to a little young lady only to find me bashing the heckfire out of my dashboard while yelling "Take it! TAKE IT!" at my center console. Unfortunately for him, this is a pretty small town and until I get knocked up that crazy could be lurking anywhere. Like at the stoplight. Or Publix.
* I know that's not how you spell frustrated but that is how I say it and I think that is how it should spelled. If I had any pull at all with Merriam or Webster, this would have been changed years ago.
