Oh Lord He Cannot Change
He turns it way up during the guitar solo, and I tell him to turn it down. It is, after all, very early in the morning for Freebird. He dutifully turns it down for about 2 seconds, and then turns it way up again. I tell him a bit more forcefully to turn the damn thing down. He does, but with complaints. "It's such a good guitar solo." Like that matters at this ungodly hour of the morning, and me with no coffee.
A few seconds go by and I say to him, "You know, there is someone outside your bubble." He agrees, and I continue, "You're not the only person in the car and you're being incredibly annoying by turning that up immediately after you were asked to turn it down." He says, "I know, but it's SUCH a great guitar solo." Like that's a good excuse for being rude. I am now totally disgruntled.
Freebird ends, and another song of the 60's comes on, and I say to him, "Isn't there anything from this century to listen to?" He says. "What do you mean?" I say, "Like music from when I wasn't in high school."
So he puts on the White Stripes. Really loud.
Ah, it's gonna be a GREAT day. I can tell already. Fortunately, summer school starts next week. He's taking a math class. At 8 in the morning. Thank God. Stumble It! JBlog Me