Wednesday...4pm...Kroger Gas Station

Dear Escalade driving EXTREMELY loud OFFENSIVE music playing person. Thank you so much for the assault on my ears as I pumped my gas. I especially enjoyed the multiple F words and how your radio stated over and over...this is my world..or life...or whatever. And I loved watching you bob you Gray haired head to the music...classic.
Next time I see you I will have to return the favor and crank up my Kellie Pickler till my 7 in speakers are dancing in the trunk. Don't get me wrong. I love to blast my music when I am going down the road...but I turn it down when I am AROUND PEOPLE..and ESPECIALLY at a store.

And on a side note...aren't you a little old to A: be sporting the crocodile shoes and B: to be blasting thug rap from your car...as you stand in line to purchase a candy bar...and then proceed to visit with another older gentleman? I am surprised that you 2 could hear each other.

Thanks again...I look forward to sharing with you my love for country music with you.

Love,
Me...innocent bystander pumping gas