“Maybe if I turn on the engine we can get the fan going or something,” Joe offered. He put the key in the ignition and started the car. Instantly the speakers began pumping out Bob Marley on full blast.

“Wow Joe, you better hide all this crap or people are going to think you went rastafarian,” Madge laughed.

“Augh!!!!” Joe grumbled loudly. He pulled the tape out of the stereo and threw it in the backseat. He fished around under the seat and pulled out a sun faded mix tape and thrust it in the tape deck.

“I don’t know what’s on here, but I think its from the time I had a doubled obsession with Marc Bolin and Stephen Malkmus,” Joe said apologetically to Madge who was more concerned about staying warm than Joe’s musical choices.

“I’m getting in, I don’t care if it reeks of pot in there, I’m cold!” Madge said hopping in the passenger seat and shutting the door behind her.

“Oh yeah, kind of forgot about the temperature,” Joe said curiously, following Madge’s quick action and getting in the car.