So I'm coming up on a stoplight and there's a white Odyssey minivan on the left, a souped up red Mitsubishi with a body kit and other Fast & Furious wannabe modifications on the right. Naturally, the stereo in the Mitsubushi was pumping out some bass-heavy stuff. Nas, unless I miss my guess.
But the minivan? Blaring even LOUDER. I mean ear-shattering. Journey. JOURNEY. "Don't stop Believin" and let me tell you what, the soccer dad behind the wheel was ROCKING OUT. He was dancing in his seat like he had a bad case of fleas, tossing his head and just WAILING out the tunes.
The look on the Mitsubishi kid's face was a study of fascinated horror and disbelief. He was being drowned out by a soccer dad and it was PRICELESS.
The only thing that could have made the scene better was if Soccer Dad was playing Tom Jones or something.
But you gotta admit. Journey? That's pretty good too.