Ever had that?

Have you ever had that moment when you’re strolling with your headphones on and there’s a garden party ahead full of tracksuited guys downing cans of lager and listening to loud hip hop and one of them – the one with the shaved head and the red face – merrily beckons you over for a high five and you don’t want to be rude or judge unfairly so you head over to high five their massive sticky hand and pull down your headphones just in case they want to say something and they ask what you’re listening to and you say “ummm” and they ask to have a listen, and they seem cheery enough and you don’t want to be rude so you nervously hand them your headphones and as they expand them so they can fit over their massive shaved head you wish you were listening to anything – ANYTHING – but 90s Swedish prog that basically sounds like goblin opera, and they listen for a moment and squint their eyes and nod to themselves, then hand back your headphones and say “You don’t wanna be crossing the road with all that going on,” and you laugh hysterically because of the nerves and say “yeah, have to keep your wits about you” and then walk away feeling lucky to be alive but tormented for having been a paranoid snob and having feared the worst. Ever had that?

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