Traffic was thick as usual as she directed her Saturn down Southern State Parkway.  Leaving later from work often meant the traffic was less but as it was summer there were just more cars heading out east towards the beaches.  It didn’t help that she lived in the same direction.

Her cell phone buzzed in her pocket, still on silent mode from work.  Popping in the hand’s free into her hear with one hand and flicking the cell open with the other before shifting down to second yet again due to the idiots who slowed down to a snails pace anytime they saw a cop on the side of the road.  Bonehead moves like that just added to the congestion.  “Hello,” She said into the handsfree not having looked at the caller ID, she needed her eyes on the road, needed to spot the sudden break lights ahead.

“Hey,” Her roommate said over the line,” So we’re going to the Sting concert tonight.”  Hearing the giggle of her roommate’s friend she knew who “we” referred to.  Originally the tickets were for the friend and her mother, something must have happened.  “So we’re on the train on our way and we realized something… we can’t think of a single song of his.  What does he sing?”

A shudder passed through her body, it burned that two people who had no appreciation for good music were not only going to see a musician she grew up listening to and loving but they were clueless.  Sting wasn’t just some musician, he was part of pop culture, how could anyone not know his music.  “Well you know he’s originally from The Police.”  She said rubbing her temples with one hand before shifting back up to third and then to fourth, thankful she was moving at least.  Her windows were down and the breeze was welcomed.

“Oh yeah?”  Her roommate asked and then there was a long pause.  “Yeah we don’t know any Police songs either.”

Rather then beat her head against the steering wheel she took a few deep breaths and smiled before bellowing at the top of her lungs “ROXANNE!!!!!!!!!!!!”