On returning her car:
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.
Me: Why?
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.

*grins*

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.