At my part-time job, in between running around like a spy with boxes, I observe a lot. It's a good job for people-watching.
For example, I'm doing my thing with the shopping carriages when I hear a car horn honking madly. I turn around because I feel like I just missed a road rage incident, and I see some guy in he road, who apparently nearly got hit by a pickup truck. He's pissed. He's also, I can gather from the accent, from the South. He sees me, and I can't remember what he said verbatim, but it was something about how people here in Massachusetts aren't much for hospitality, which is true.
I shook my head and said, "I'm sorry."
"Don't be. It wasn't you."
"I know, I'm apologizing on behalf of my state."
The thing that makes this all the more bizarre is the guy in the pickup truck in question is also cranking this song at full volume.
Two things have become clear to me thanks to this incident.
1) I frequently need to apologize on behalf of the state of Massachusetts
2) If you're cranking soul ballads while involved in a road-rage incident, you deserve to be sentenced to death.