A few nights ago, BFF@work took me to dinner because he knew I wouldn’t be crying in the restaurant (little did he know).
Anyway, I get into his truck and he’s got some classic rock garbage playing on the radio. After giving him a hard time about it, he switches it over to one of the country stations and says Is this better? Would you really rather hear this… (insert pause as first verse plays)
…than something less sad? Although I love this new Darius Rucker song, perhaps that moment wasn’t the best time to complain about hearing his music. Another lesson learned.
And I’m quite certain there wasn’t even one second that went by before he changed the channel when I got out of the car. Hahaha.