21st Century Problems: Episode 5 (Louis Toliver Jr

21st Century Problems: Episode 5 (Louis Toliver Jr - Swartz, LA)

The drive to work is one of my favorite times of the day! Why? Because I get to sing and dance in my truck! Yay! Being that I have 5 jobs, I get to do it often! Yay! So, I had my Rico Suave going on this particular morning as I was getting into my truck and just as I was about to bluetooth my Spotify to my radio, my neighbor (from Episode #1) tapped on my window, which startled me and I let out a small shriek. I rolled down the window. “Sorry, to startle you, but I really need to see if this CD I burned works. It won’t play in my car.” Ugh, it was always something with him. “I don’t have a CD player in my truck.” His faced turned into something sinister. “What do you mean you don’t have a CD player. No internet? No CD? What’s wrong with you?” I really thought this was once bitchy dude. “Actually, I have internet. I’m late for work.” I was about to roll up the window and he stopped me. “I promised my wife I would make her a Best of Michelle Branch mix.” My heart swelled. “Michelle Branch? O-M-G, I love Michelle Branch!” I thought this was a convenient coincidence. “Okay, just get in my truck and we’ll find a place.” My neighbor got in and it was awkward at first, but I didn’t care because we had a serious goal to achieve. I really didn’t have the time to make a Michelle Branch playlist on Spotify or purchase the songs on ITunes between dealing with my A.D.D., playing online with Fisheater2013, and my 5 jobs, so I could upload this CD to my computer later and transfer the songs to my Iphone. “What you want to listen to?” I asked him but I was going to play whatever I wanted anyway. “You got Fine Young Cannibals?” And like that my neighbor, Nate, and I became friends. When we got to Best Buy, we got one of the geek squad members to assist us in solving our CD issue. To make certain, we tried the CD out on every CD player on display. We determined Nate’s car was the issue. We were also able to burn me a copy of this Best of Michelle Branch mix there even though my radio was too modern to play CDS. Before I dropped Nate off, I realized that I had known him for quite a while before I actually new his name. “Thanks buddy, have a good day at work,” he said as he left my truck. Then it occurred to me that I was 3 hours late for work.

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