Dear Aging Hippie in the Sprouts parking lot,
I forgot that I had left my radio volume on 60. I'm sorry that Kansas began screaming Carry On My Wayward Son loud enough to make you nearly drop your bag of organic fruit bark and tofu nuggets, poop onto your vegan TOMS and slam the door of your silver Prius.
I'm not sorry I giggled all the way home.
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