The ride to the park was downright annoying. The idiot behind her had his music on blast; if you want to call this stuff ‘music’.
Wouldn’t you know it, the guy was heading to the park too, followed her the entire way.
Who was this guy? Ball cap twisted to the right, white rimmed sunglasses, and that loud rap music, God, this was too much!
“What’s wrong with kids these days?” she thought, as she rolled up her windows to drown the noise.
As she pulled into the lot, she noticed him hurrying to the bandstand, cello in tow.
This is my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers. Be sure to check out the link for more stories.