...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.