When you're in high school, it's fun, at first, to have the newfound freedom of driving. You get to control where you go, how fast you go, and the volume at which you listen to music. I was never one for playing music at top volume, but once, a friend gave me a ride home from school while the music in the car sounded loud enough to make the windows rattle. I remember our conversation going like this:
Me: THANKS FOR OFFERING ME A RIDE HOME!
Friend: NO PROBLEM!
Me: HEY, I KNOW THIS SONG! THAT'S "SLAM" BY DAVID SANBORN!
Friend: YEAH, IT'S GREAT JAZZ! IT'S A GREAT SONG TO CRANK UP FULL BLAST!
Me: APPARENTLY! SO, HOW DID YOU DO ON THE QUIZ TODAY?!
Friend: NOT BAD! I ONLY MISSED ONE! HOW 'BOUT YOU?!
Me: I ONLY MISSED ONE, AS WELL!
Friend: GOOD! FORTUNATELY, IF YOU DID THE READING, YOU DID WELL ON THE QUIZ!
Me: YEAH, THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT!
(A short while later, as Sanborn's music continued to rattle the windows:)
Friend: SO, IS THIS THE STREET?!
Me: YES!
Friend: I TURN HERE, THEN?!
Me: YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT!
Friend: WHICH HOUSE IS IT?!
Me: IT'S THE SECOND ONE ON THE RIGHT!
Friend: OK, SO I PULL INTO THIS DRIVEWAY?!
Me: YEP!
Friend (pulling into the driveway): OK, WELL, THERE YOU ARE!
Me: THANKS AGAIN FOR THE RIDE!
Friend: YOU'RE WELCOME! SEE YOU TOMORROW!
Me: OK! SEE YOU THEN!
For some reason, when you're in high school, it doesn't necessarily strike you as odd to have an entire shouted conversation. Fortunately, that didn't happen again.
