Inadvertent Connection

I stopped by Culver's on the way home from Spanish table tonight. I had a hankering for some custard, and decided to indulge. I pulled up to the drive through window and the guy working handed me my ice cream cone, made eye contact and I couldn't tell if he was trying to be friendly or if he was though something about me was funny. I glanced at his nametag: Jorge. Then, as I was pulling out of the drive-thru, I realized I was jamming to merengue in the car and he was probably amused by my music selection.