I am participating in the March Slice of Life Story Challenge. Thanks to the co-authors of Two Writing Teachers for creating this supportive community.
I pulled into the bay at the Wawa, got out of the car, and began pumping. That’s when I heard the music, the beautiful music, being sung by a tenor. I quickly realized that the source of the music was the red pickup with the white lettering that just pulled in beside me. Inside, the driver was clearly enjoying the last strains of the aria before shutting off the engine.
It was not what I was expecting. And why, I wondered? Why couldn’t a guy in work overalls driving a red pickup enjoy opera?
And then I wondered what other stereotypes I might be harboring. Maybe it’s time I look at the world a little differently, a little more openly.
Beautiful music. Thanks.