My hands gripped the stirring wheel tightly, as the people in the backseat launched into a fourth verse of a song that never seemed to end.
I'd never realized that it was so long, but hearing my friends singing it, faltering here and there as they tried to remember all the words or argued about the order of the lyrics...was getting on my nerves.
Make it stop. I silently pleaded. Eyes firmly on the road ahead, glaring daggers at the slow moving cars that prevented me from driving any faster to our destination.
If I had to listen to the song for another four verses I would probably scream.
-Inspiration from personal experience.
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