My Terrible Taste in Music

The distinctive sound of whales crept from the boom box playing in the corner as we all downed our beers. With it, a familiar riff.

“Ah, ‘The Warmth’! I love this song,” I said, leaning back dramatically in my lawn chair.

“Wow, I’m impressed,” said my boyfriend, with his typical garish grin. I looked at him quizzically. “That’s an album track.”