The beginning of summer. Time to roll down my windows and blast some tunes for the world to hear.
I’m at a stoplight when the guy next to me rolls down his window. “Hey!” he shouts, “Will you turn that down a little?”
I stare at him blankly. “I’m just trying to spread some music to the world.” I turn the knob counter-clockwise a quarter turn.
“If you want to call that music, fine. Just keep it in your car.”
“You realize,” I shrug, “that I’m just going to turn it back up when you’re out of earshot.”
The man throws up his hands in exasperation. The light is green. He makes a left turn. I turn my music back up and eighth of a turn clockwise. What a strange person.