The Pink Shoe Diaries

dear lady-wearing-a-turban,

i can't be bothered this early in the morning with figuring out why you are wearing literally a towel on your head in a turban like fashion, or why you are sitting in you car in a parking lot of a company that i am pretty sure you don't work for. or why, for that matter, you have all your windows down when it is actually quite brisk this morning, despite it being spring.

what i am concerned with, however, is you admonishing me this morning for having my music too loud in my car, which i had just parked and was in the midst of getting out of because i, unlike you, have a job i must attend to. first of all: i was blasting Seal, and everyone likes Seal (and if you don't, we can debate your dubious musical tastes another time). second of all, it's a large, commercial parking lot and i am pretty sure i can play my music as loud as i want. third of all, you are clearly weird and must know that this directely affects how seriously your requests are taken by others.

i'm sorry if i interrupted your spa-day-in-a-Tercel, but i happen to enjoy loud music in my car in the morning, and that is my right as a normal, non towel wearing in public, person.

thank you,

Sarah