So I'm a trashy Iowan eh?

My friend Austin came up from Iowa to visit me this weekend. What a time that was. Austin is one of those people who you can only be around for so long, until he just really starts to get on your nerves. Austin’s really opinionated and though that makes for some good conversations, it can really start to piss you off.

It was Saturday night and I was driving back to my little duplex from the U of MN campus. I was listening to 96.3 and had the windows cracked. Now…I admit it, I do have a guilty pleasure, and its name is “Hip-Hop.” Some song came on that I liked and so I turned it up. I didn’t turn it up that loud mind you. Still, Austin turned it down and said, “That’s trashy Liz.” Austin thinks blasting hip-hop music is trashy. (Of course, if I were to have been blasting Cher, he would have been quite all right with that…)Now, maybe it's because I'm evil...but when something like this happens, I like to dig my nails into a persons skin and twist, especially with Austin. I had found a weakness, and I was going to act upon it. With a smug smile, I turned it up even louder and put the windows all the way down. Austin was disgusted and turned the radio off. I stared at Austin with the ugliest death glare that I could muster. “Don’t fucking do that again.” I threatened Austin as I turned the radio back on and had the music blasting through the open windows. All he could do was sit and try to hide his face.