You go out for a drive. With someone like Patty. But instead of just driving, you find a group of unsuspecting teenagers. Teenagers who feel real cool pumping gas with the volume to their rap music turned all the way up. Smoking. Being cool.
You find, "Cotton Eyed Joe," on your iPod. And turn your volume all the way up. You roll down all the windows. And then you hit play.
You sit for a few minutes, watching their reaction. Then you speed away. You cannot not laugh. Believe me, we have done this many, many times.
Thankful for an impromptu night of fun with Patty. Thankful for the kind of laughter that makes your face and head hurt. The kind that you cry from. It's the best kind.
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