This is a very fun exchange, I can really feel the bored frustration of our narrator. Happily I’ve not encountered this sort of situation, but it seems plausible and well portrayed. I like the epilogue, but I can’t tell if knowing all the words is a good thing or not =)
For a very long time I’ve posited that musical preference is a major contributor to whether or not people will be friends. Virtually every person I’d consider a friend, shares at least a general taste of music with me. There may be individual artists or even songs on which we disagree (like some of my friend’s outlandishly ridiculous dislike of Milli Vanilli), but in general, we all like similar music.
“Pearl Jam sucks. Will you listen to Pink?” At that point, I would have pulled the car over and kicked the dude out. If I was in a generous mood, I’d leave him with a piece of cardboard and a Sharpie™, but even that’s unlikely.
If this was later in 2000, I’m surprised you couldn’t both agree on Hooray for Boobies by The Bloodhound Gang as well. That’s a pretty good mix of Eminem and Blink.
Oh, and as for the story. I say “yay.” Very fun back and forth. They both feel like real characters, which, I’m assuming, they are.
Ruby Slippers
Gradual Uprising {LoA}
Paige Elizabeth
H.S. Wift
The Third Robot
Lighty
Gurth
peritales
John Perkins