I finished my last exam today so of course I sped home – windows down, bass up, dancing in my car…
I skidded onto my block and was parallel parking when this old Somali man1 crossed the street and waved his cane at my car.
Gramps: “WHY IS YOUR MUSIC SO LOUD?”
Me: “Que what now?”
Gramps: “Why do you have to play your music so loud?!”
Me: “Oh, I just finished my last final so I’m going to be obnoxious for the rest of the day.”
Gramps sizes he up, determines that I’m quite serious2 and then says,
Gramps: “Okay. But if I catch you blasting your music tomorrow I will beat you with my cane.”
Me: “Deal!”
1 In full cultural costume too. We keep it authentic in Minnesota…
2 And nuts…