I was in the car when it happened.
In fact I bet you’ve been in the car when this has happened.
You’re sitting there waiting for the light to change and then it hits you.
You hear it, you lean your head back, and close your eyes for moment. You feel a smile coming on and then you reach for the volume … and crank it up.
It’s your jam … the one that takes you way back to Aquanet Hairspray, Levi Jeans, L.A. Gears, and Trapper Keepers.
You haven’t heard it in years and you begin to do your best Night at the Roxbury dances moves while driving down the street. You’re having all these 1980s feel good flashbacks and you’re feeling good because you’re having a moment. You’re enjoying the present. You’re letting go. You’re having a let-your-freak-flag-fly moment. And it’s so good that you begin to sing. You’ve only done karaoke twice in your life, but you feel like you can take the stage at this point.
And then as you turn around you notice the driver next to you is not only watching, but staring.
So what do you do?
Do you pause in mid-song and shift to slow-motion until there’s no motion? Do you stop abruptly and hang your head in shame? Or do you turn around and pretend like you didn’t see him?
What do you think I did?
I looked straight at him, continued singing, and continued dancing. In fact I even got a smile.
Yeah the feel-good-Friday celebration continued.