Gosh Darn Technology

I reverse out of the driveway.
The driveway being located at Langside and Broadway.
The tunes are a playin'.
Unfortunately, they are oldies and not the good kind. So while Cinamon Stick is closing the gate, I attempt to change the station.
Key word here is attempt.

I push the preset buttons, one at a time.
Nothing doing.
I push them harder.
Nope.
Try the seek button, the tune button.
Still Oldies.
AM/FM button.
Nothing seems to respond.
I turn the power off - A reset always helps things.
Turn the radio back on. Notice a #1 in the little screen, so I try pushing #2 and 3.
Notta.
CS gets into the car by this point. I look at her and tell her "I can't change the station."
CS: "what!"
Moi: "The station won't change, I tried all the buttons"
SO she goes at it now. Pushing the buttons one by one. Faster until she is just mashing all the buttons on the display.
Nothing doing.
"Nooooooooo" she yells as she starts banging on the dashboard.
I concur with her sentiment.
She turns the radio off.
CS: "We won't be listening to anything then"

Off we go.

We are cruisin' south having our usual nonsensical conversations and no matter what she says, it was funny.
I start to hear a beat drop. I'm going "what the hell?!"
Looking at the radio that nobody touched. Then I realise that the beat is coming from the ringing cell phone in Cinamon's purse.
Crazy phones and their crazy ring tones.

We get to the 'south end'.
Quotes are there due to the fact that the 'south end' is more south/central.
You know, with all the gangstas and fried chicken shops around. Corn bread stands on hydraulics.
weee-oooh, weeee-oooh.
One side of the street has the sweet potato pie. The other, the collard greens crew. And you don't wanna get caught in that crossfire.

Anyways, we get to where we were going. I jump outta the car.
5 or so minutes later I jump back in.

CS is on the phone.
A beat is bumpin'.
Wait, what.
A beat is bumpin'
I take a look at the deck. A slight look of shock crosses my face... a tape is sticking out of it.
For christ sakes.
CS gets off the phone.
Moi: "It was a bloody tape?!"
CS: "I KNOWW!,......miscelaneous loud stuff"
She didn't actually say 'miscelaneous loud stuff'. But you get my point.
Driving now to the actual south end of the city, southwest if you look at the city map thingy.
Talking about how we can't believe that it was a tape.
eahhhhh.
I'm like "I came in and music is going and there's a tape"
CS: "I know I saw your face, so hard not to laugh on the phone"
Some more jibber jabber back and forth.

Then we get to Batty's going away bash, after a quick stop off at BK.
Mmmmm, tendercrisp with spicy sauce.
Par-tay!