An insincere apology to the folks at the bus stop around the corner.

They're always happy to see me.

I'm a pretty expressive guy with lots of complicated moods and modes. I drive early in the morning and tend to either meditate, listen to music, or silently judge other drivers poor motoring skills. This morning was a music morning. I have fairly eclectic taste in music, so depending on my current internal dialogue you might find me listening to everything from 1950's piano jazz, to math rock, to '90s country, to Britney Spears.

There is a bus stop around the corner from my office. There are always people at this bus stop. I generally roll my windows down when I get off of the interstate while driving to work and tend to loudly, expressively belt whatever I happen to be listening to at the moment, contributing a little bit of terror to nearby pedestrians.

Back to the bus stop, and again, there are always people at this bus stop.

I've recently (the past 6 months or so) taken a special kind of joy in scaring that small, consistent group of people, timing it just so when I pass them my chosen song of the moment reaches the chorus as I enter their morning.

Now, anyone would worry a little at the sight of a 200lb bald man in a candy apple red Toyota Prius shout-singing (Shoutsingsing?) Garth Brooks' "The Thunder Rolls" while air drumming (Dun! Dun! Dun!) "And the lightning strikes!", but other than this one bus stop I think most of those folks only see me once. Not these people, though. They see me drive by every single day, at around the same time. I am part of their morning ritual, and I am (I hope) terrifying. Surely they must question their life choices when they see my car round the corner.

Here is a small list of songs along with the antics I attach to them that I have recently featured in my morning performance:

Reject by Living Sacrifice while playing the convoluted double bass parts on my steering wheel for added feeling.

There She Goes by Sixpence None The Richer while holding my brain as if that will stop her from running through my brain.

I'm Like A Bird by Nellie Furtado while flapping my wings gracefully.

Paralyzed by Love and Death while remaining completely immobile.

The Sweater Song by Weezer while dangling a thread of my car window for them to hold on to as I drove away.

Milkshake by I Don't Actually Know Who Sings This Song Because I Made This Part Up while drinking a milkshake and shouting "It's Better Than Yours!"

I'm open to requests if by chance any of my bus stop audience happen to read this, or for the rest of you, suggestions.

Tuesday's Gone?

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