People stick sharp objects in their ears when I sing.
I have a story, but it's not like that at all. I was late for class one day and I am flying in my car. Every light was red all the way there. So, I was pissed by the time I get to the parking lot. There was spittle on the windshield. I get to this crosswalk and this college girl is taking her sweet time walking across. I start ranting and raving and cussing up a storm. She whips her head around in my direction and has a stunned look on her face. I realize I had my window down. She stands there as if she is expecting an apology or something. I just ask her if she is waiting for a written invitation to get the hell out of the way. I am like Dr. Jekyl/Mr. Hyde when I get behind the wheel.
She offered me her number too.