A Misunderstanding Corrected

From The Bloggess:

...And then he stared at me for a minute and all his anger washed away and he said, “Oh.  Shit.  My bad.  Turn it up.” And so I did, and “Call Me Maybe” was still on and HE SANG IT ALONG WITH ME.  Like, even doing a little dance in his car.  And suddenly it went from hurt feelings and road rage to a weird, impromptu highway dance party.

Seriously, click over and read the whole thing. What a wonderful story; thank you for sharing it, Jenny.