It's Kind of a Funny Story

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"Bye guys!" I exclaim as I race out of the building sporting a wide smile. This must be the best feeling in the world! Escaping work before six o'clock! The sun is high and hot still and so is my mood. I get to my car there is no question in my mind as to what cd I'll put in. Bowling For Soup. If you've never heard of them you need to look them up. They are possibly the most lyrically humorous band I've ever heard of! I crank up the stereo and find myself not necessarily speeding but not holding back on the gas either on my way home. Of course, with my luck, I find myself stopped at the longest red light in my small town. It's dead in the center and intercepts a busy highway so it always takes forever. In my glorious good mood I honestly can't find it in me to be upset about this. I just grin and turn up my radio which is now playing 'The Bitch Song'.
Now, I have always been a car singer. Like the kind other people make fun of. I go the whole nine yards. Loud vocals, facial expressions, dance moves... let's just say I put on full shows. So as I start dancing and singing I wonder to myself if anyone I know may be watching me. I shrug it off though figuring I have no shame and sing along.
"YOU'RE A BITCH BUT I LOVE YOU ANYWAY! YOU CAN'T SING BUT YOU STILL PUT ME TO SLEEP! YOU'RE A BITCH HEY YEAH HEY YEAH! YOU MAKE ME SICK BUT DON'T EVER GO AWAY!"
Yeah, there is no room for shame here as the light turns green and I speed the rest of the way home.
When I get home I slam my keys on the counter and bound up the steps as if I'm floating on air. I can't wait to talk to Jack! (He's my new boyfriend. Very shy. Very fun. Such a dork. But I mean it wouldn't be hard to embarrass him by being stupid... little did I know...) Just as I'm about to text him he texts me. I read the message as my jaw drops and my face flushes.
"Hey.. so my dad just got home! He says he saw you singing in your car! XD He can't stop laughing."
Oh. My. God. I put a hand over my face as I feel my inner being curl up and die. My shy new boyfriend's dad saw me singing...? No. I quickly reply the only thing person can reply in this situation, "I'm mortified."
After this moment I vow I will never sing in the car again...
Then my brother lends me a Queen cd...
"I'M JUST A POOR BOY NOBODY LOVES ME! HE'S JUST A POOR BOY FROM A POOR FAMILY!!!!!"
The End.