While driving home from the video store, I pulled up to a stoplight next to a really awesome (note: sarcasm) dude in croakies and a camouflage hat ROCKING OUT on the air drums to some system of a down knock off (in case you're wondering... that's supposed to point out that the music was extraordinarily bad).
And so... I stared. Because it was amazing (of course). He thought he was very very good. Really good. Like, maybe-he-could-get-a-grammy good.
And then out of nowhere, he stopped drumming and looked down at his pectoral muscles, stretching his arm out the window. After eyeing those bad boys for a couple of seconds, he moved on to his biceps. He flexed, kissed his biceps, flexed yet again, then smiled, and nodded to himself.
Cue the moment when I busted out laughing with the windows down. Big time laughing. And the fella looked at me... so I tried to play it off as though I was laughing to myself... and not at his vanity.
Holy moly.
