I Am Cool

You know how highschool boys--er, I mean guys, think it's really cool to peel out and squeal their tires?

I totally did that this morning.

 

I was parking in an underground garage that has really windy ramps and every time I'd go around the corner I'd accellerate just for fun.  I noticed a strange squealy noise that sounded a lot like tires.  Could it be me?!

 

I accellerated a little bit faster on the next corner.

 

SQUUUEAL.  Yup, it was definitely me; there was no one else around!

 

It was oddly satisfying to I realize that I had not only peeled out my tires, but I'd done it several times and the last few were on purpose.  I felt like I needed to start wearing really saggy pants, put on a low-billed baseball cap, grow my hair out all ruffian-like and act like I'm cooler than everyone else in the world.