Why are you singing an unknown song by an unknown band in your car with a stranger sitting in the left seat? That’s pretty unusual and awkward. I feel like jumping out of the car. Why is there sand in your hair? That’s the first thing I noticed, in the rearview mirror. Did you even go to the beach? Do I even know you? I feel like jumping out of the car. Why are you so comfortable? Isn’t that disrespectful? We just met and your car smells old. Awkward. Your tastes are unusual. Do you even notice me sitting here? I feel like jumping out of the car. Why are your legs so thin? Why are your hands steering the wheel so tensely? That makes me feel agitated. This feels agitating. I am agitated and nervous. Is it just me or is this truly unusual? I feel like jumping out of the car. What if I just put a hand on the wheel and crash the car all of a sudden? Will you notice me? You’re still singing and not saying a word. This feels awkward. Are you doing this on purpose? I feel like jumping out of the car. Thank God we’re ten streets from home because I can’t take this anymore. Are you doing it on purpose? Why are you keeping that smirk on your face? What is so funny? Are you thinking of anything at all? This is awkward. You are damn awkward. Stop the car right now otherwise I swear to God I will jump out of the car. Stop this damn song. Can you even hear me thinking? Can’t you tell you’re making me sick? Not you, but everything about you: the car, your hands, the smell, the music. Why are you being so ignorant? Can you tell I’m unwell? I feel like jumping out of the car.