Me: I've had to leave a CD in your player because I forgot the case and I don't want to carry it home without it in case it gets scratched.
Her: That's okay, I don't tend listen to CDs in the car anymore. Besides I don't like your music anyway - it's all depressing.
Me: Huh? (in the knowledge that yes, some of the stuff I listen to can be a little maudlin (Radiohead anyone?) but in general... no)
Her: It is.
Me: whatever. I'll pick it up next time I'm around okay?
Two days later on the phone:
Me: Hang on, let me turn the volume down (has WMP on random on my computer at the time)
Her: What is that you're listening to anyway?
Me: Right now it's The Fratellis
Her: Oh, [BiL] likes them. I'm surprised you do.
Her: 'Cause they're kinda upbeat really.
Me: And your point is?
Her: Oh nothing...
Me: (*cringes as Paranoid Android is the next song that comes on*)
Yesterday as she gives me a lift home from nephew's birthday:
Me: Oh crap! Sorry, I forgot to bring the case for that CD.
Her: It's okay... (starts engine, CD starts up loudly) I kinda like it anyway.
Me: Not too depressing for you then?
Her: Actually... no it's really quite good.
Me: Told ya.
The CD in question is Groovin' On The Inside.
In other news, my legs hurt. Walking from platform 11A every single morning is on the verge of killing me, and that's before the monstrosity that is Great George Street.