Peak hour duets

So there I was in peak hour traffic this morning crawling towards the traffic lights on my trusty lil Vespa. On my left a small delivery truck pulls up alongside. Catching my eye, the driver nods his head in a silent G’day, and starts waving a cassette tape at me before disappearing out of sight, presumably to insert said tape into his tape deck. David Bowie begins blaring out of the truck compartment, accompanied a split second later by the driver’s enthusiastic but off-key voice, wailing ‘joohn I’m only dansiiing!’, drowning out the immediate ambiance of idling engines.

After staring at him for a bit, no doubt with a bemused-are you unhinged- look on my face, I thought bugger it, and started singing along at the top of my voice with him. Encouraged, he increased the volume of both the cassette player as well as his own voice and flashed me a cheeky grin.

So there we were; sitting in stagnant traffic, in the beautiful early morning summer sun, total strangers, singing Bowie to each other (ch-ch-changes!), complete with hand gestures as if we didn’t have a care in the world, much to the amusement of fellow commuters.  Does a Friday morning get any better than that?!