Twice weekly I take Emmi to speech therapy. In the waiting at the same time, a man waits for his son. Everyday this man, who stands over six feet tall, sits slouched in a chair with music playing from his phone while he attempts to get twenty more minutes of sleep. Sometime he snores. Often I wonder what he is listening to as he snoozes away.
Today, his dreams must have taken a turn for the worst. He jerked awake, ripping the earphone plug from his phone, releasing music into the air.
Music. Sweet, sweet music.
Show tunes to be exact.