Impromptu singalongs are not uncommon at work. Or at the Youth Group I help run. Or at home for that matter.
But this post is regarding work singalongs. Normally my singalongs are with Malo because I don't know the word's to AJ's pop songs (however, I have started learning "the AJ dance" so that I can be his backup dancer). Our coworker Cathy's desk is around the corner from mine so she evidently had never heard me sing. This topic came up for discussion in Starbucks yesterday morning while Cathy was getting her "Cathy Special" (she goes to Starbucks enough for them to know her order), I was using the newspaper stand as a library, and AJ was humming pop songs; all in all a normal Starbucks run. Then, while talking about AJ being a celebrity, Cathy said that she had never heard me sing before.
There was only one response available to me: bust out into Sweet Caroline right then and there in the store. Everyone in the store stopped what they were doing and watched me sing the first verse and the chorus. It was hilarious!
Last night we went to McCloud's for Melissa's going away from work party. McCloud's is as much of a "Cowboy Bar" as is possible in East Bremerton. There is line dancing, a mechanical bull, and a goodly number of people not pronouncin' the "G's" at the end of their words. I always participate in at least a couple line dances, because even I think it's terribly funny when I get lost doing a dance that the song tells you exactly what to do. My downfall (besides my naturally atrocious rhythm) is that I always sneak in at the back, so I do alright until I have to make a turn that faces me away from everyone and I have no one to follow (that, and everyone is now facing me as I spaz about trying to look behind me to know what to do next). There are many kindhearted people there who will try to teach those newbies who do not know the steps, but even these people avoid me because they know a lost cause when they see one.
Story Time: The "I Sneezed Chocolate on Your Smart Letter" Story
One quarter in college I took three 400 level economics classes and really just busted my ass to do well in all of them. I succeeded too, and I made the Dean's list.
My family received a letter announcing my academic exploits. A few minutes after they received this letter I got a phone call from my little sister.
"Justin, I'm tho thorry! I thneezed chocolate on your thmart letter!"
"What?" My sister does not have a speech impediment so I wondered what the heck was going on.
"I thneezed chocolate on your thmart letter! I'm tho thorry!"
"Is Dad there? Put him on."
My father then proceeds to tell me (in between gales of laughter) that my sister was eating a chocolate bar as she opened the mail for him. While reading my Dean's List letter she was in the middle of a bite when her face exploded in a massive sneeze, spewing chocolate snot and spittle all over my letter.
Hence, whenever I have done something extremely stupid and embarrassing, I apologize by saying: "I'm sorry I sneezed chocolate on your smart letter."
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