So, a few months ago my dad was teaching me how to drive. We went to less populated roads so I could get my bearings straight before attempting to drive among traffic.
Anyway, I was driving down a fairly secluded road my dad was familiar with and he told me there was a divet in the road ahead I could use to turn around. As we approached, there was an SUV parked at the end of the divet. Once we got closer, we noticed there was a man with a complete set of drums just nonchalantly playing.
When I drove into the divet he looked at us for a moment, continuing to play the drums, then looked back down. Throughout the entire ordeal the man never stopped playing the drums. I respect him whole-heartedly.
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