Halfway through my workday, I took a walk around the corner to grab a cup of coffee. As I headed back to my building, cup in hand, I noticed a tractor-trailer stopped at the red light directly in front of me. Or, more specifically, I noticed the truck's driver. He was large, burly, and balding, and he was singing along with something on the radio. He wasn't just mouthing the lyrics, though -- this dude was in total rockstar mode. He played the drums on his steering wheel, he tossed his head around, and he even interspersed a few well-placed fist-pumps into his performance.
I continued to watch him as I walked.
As I approached the corner, I noticed that his window was cracked open.
As I turned the corner, his blaring radio became audible.
Yeah. The truck driver was totally, passionately, and unabashedly rocking out to Taylor Swift.
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