I was driving home from the gym this morning, grateful that in my own car at least I didn’t have to wear a mask because wearing a mask while working out (which was just mandated as of Friday) really sucks. Mostly because I was so hot and sweaty that my entire lower half of my face was moist and my stupid glasses kept fogging up. Ugh.
Anyway…I was driving home from the gym, through a neighborhood because I was going “the back way” instead of trying to make a left turn across three lanes with no light because no..just no. Rather than turn on the AC, I just rolled the window down (which takes some effort, given that my car windows are hand crank, not automatic). I turned on the radio, which was playing “Crazy Train” by Ozzy. I cranked it up, but not insanely loud. At one point, maybe 5 minutes from my house, I came to a 4 way stop and stopped the car, waiting for my turn to go.
As I sat there (all of about 2 minutes), a wild Karen appeared!
Karen: Excuse me!
Me: *not paying attention because I’m scream singing along*
Karen: EXCUSE ME! *taptap on my door*
Me: *blink blink* Uh..can I help you?
Karen: You are listening to (whisper) the devil’s music.
Me: 
After I crossed through the intersection, I had to pull over so I wouldn’t crash my car into a parked car while I laughed my butt off. Like..seriously? Who DOES that?