28 January 2010
So I was on the Metra going to my crib, and shit, dawg, and like I was jamming out to some phat tunes on Pandora on my Blackberry. And shit.
So I have some pretty kick ass headphones, and I can jack up the volume pretty high, so I was having a great time, let me tell you. Then, for some reason Pandora decided to just start playing the song I was jamming out to at max volume out of the speakerphone on the Blackberry.
The picture you see is what happened next.
Well, not really, it was more like a bunch of middle-aged businessmen and women looking at me with disdain, as if to say "What is the strange noise that has begun playing on my quaint train ride?" Cue me frantically trying to pause the music (which failed) and unplug and plug in my headphones (which failed the first time, then worked the second time) I sheepishly said "Sorry", and resumed my jam session in private. The picture is what happened in my mind, just somehow hoping this would turn into the most awesome music video in the world ever. But, alas, no strobe lights or hot rave chicks in wifebeaters getting all sweaty. No drugs either. :(
Well, at least tomorrow is Friday. Yay.
So I have some pretty kick ass headphones, and I can jack up the volume pretty high, so I was having a great time, let me tell you. Then, for some reason Pandora decided to just start playing the song I was jamming out to at max volume out of the speakerphone on the Blackberry.
The picture you see is what happened next.
Well, not really, it was more like a bunch of middle-aged businessmen and women looking at me with disdain, as if to say "What is the strange noise that has begun playing on my quaint train ride?" Cue me frantically trying to pause the music (which failed) and unplug and plug in my headphones (which failed the first time, then worked the second time) I sheepishly said "Sorry", and resumed my jam session in private. The picture is what happened in my mind, just somehow hoping this would turn into the most awesome music video in the world ever. But, alas, no strobe lights or hot rave chicks in wifebeaters getting all sweaty. No drugs either. :(
Well, at least tomorrow is Friday. Yay.
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