A happy ending to an otherwise awful day

Last night, I rode home from work in a ridiculously packed F-Train. I was squished dangerously close to one of those annoying hipster types, complete with shaggy hair, Diesel jeans and an ironic 70s mustache.

He was reading a slim book, which appeared to be the funniest thing ever because he was cracking up with wild abandon while simultaneously jamming out to his iPod. At one point, he jacked up the volume and because I was so close, I could make out every word. The song this young hipster was enjoying at top volume?

My Happy Ending by Avril Lavigne.