Today's Embarrassing Moment
Lots of errands to run this morning, including a stop at the local grocer. Towards the end of my visit, I was perusing the frozen food section. I don't know where my mind was at, but I was standing there with one of the doors open looking for something. After grabbing what I needed from the freezer and closing the door, I noticed a woman standing there, waiting for me as I had blocked the entire aisle. I said, "I'm sorry." She said, "No problem. I was enjoying your singing." Singing! Then I realized that I had indeed been singing along with the muzak. And I knew every word to a song I'm too embarrassed to name.
How old am I?!! Singing to muzak without even realizing it! Sheesh. Way to go, Elsie.
How old am I?!! Singing to muzak without even realizing it! Sheesh. Way to go, Elsie.
posted by Elsie | 1:42 PM
5 Comments:
So what were you singing? Hmmm?
I find myself humming all the time. The tunes vary wildly (and embarrassingly) from 70s disco to 50's do-wop to hymns to ad jingles to some awful 90's boy-band stuff. I annoy myself, even! At the rate I'm going, I'm gonna be one of those old ladies off in la-la-land with a constant hum. Yikes!
My new pet name for you will be "Elevator Elsie" for singing along with elevator music. I don't do it out loud (I think...) but get one of those stuck in my head going round and round all day, all night, until I'm ready to commit myself...
I don't think I consciously sing out loud anywhere, but I do my share of humming. My repertoire is very eclectic too....like Mary's. I do sing in the car where noone can hear me, and I can let loose until someone pulls up next to me...then, I'm a little self-conscious.
Hey, it could have been worse Elsie...you could be one of those people that stolls the aisles talking to themselves and swearing up a storm. I've run into them a few times.
Mary, I'm so glad I'm not the only one who does the jingles. But I think I'm guilty of singing them, usually.
Winston. Music often gets stuck in my brain. I wonder if it's because there's not too much else useful in there!
Joy, I haven't taken to talking to myself yet, but it's something I might not notice. Did I ever tell you that my daughter's middle name is Joy? I love that name and wanted her to grow up to be joyful. So far it seems to be working.
We've all done that. Oh, I've just read the other comments: seems it's just you and me, beautiful!
I skip too.
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