I’m in the left lane. He’s in the right. It’s muggy today – we both had our windows down. I’m listening to the news on KOMO. He is rocking out to what only could be an 8-track or cassette tape. The song – Night Ranger’s power ballad: Don’t Tell Me You Love Me. If you’re not familiar with the tune – flash back your mind to the early 80’s. I will be sure to include a link to the song. To help you – here’s the chorus line:
CHORUS:
Don't tell me you love me
Don't tell me you love me
Don't tell me, I don't wanna know
Don't tell me you love me
Don't tell me you love me
Don't tell me, I don't wanna know
Don't tell me you love me
Don't tell me you love me
Don't tell me, I don't wanna know
Don't tell me you love me
Don't tell me you love me
Don't tell me, I don't wanna know
From - DON'T TELL ME YOU LOVE ME, Written By: Jack Blades
His car speakers clearly went to “11”… and he was singing over the top of the music, so yeah… this dude was singing pretty loud. I sat there, smirking – at first… and then, I was astonished. Did this guy not care that …1) his voice was pretty awful and 2) um, DUH, I could hear him!
I was chuckling to myself when, suddenly he looked over at me. To my total surprise – he smiled at me, while he kept on singing, and gave me a “double fist pump” in the air.
Stunned, I could only do one thing – I smiled and gave him a courtesy “fist pump” back. He then launched into what I could only describe as being a drum solo on his steering wheel.
The light turned green, and he was gone.
I drove home, unloaded the groceries, and relived the experience in my head. To be honest, I am still a little star-struck . He was not only aware that he was being watched and listened to… he acknowledged it, he even gave it a ‘fist pump’ of approval. Awesome.
Mr. Night Ranger, I may never see you again, but do not doubt for a minute - I will never forget the sound of your voice.
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