"Susie Q" was playing on the sound system at Rite Aid. It's one of those songs where I don't even notice that I'm singing "I like the way you wawk, I like the way you tawk, Suseh Q" out loud.
I didn't notice, but the sales-girl-going-on-woman did and said, "It looks like someone likes the music."
Not completely snapping out of my trance, I said, "Well, yeah. It's Creedence. Everyone likes..."
Then I saw her smile, which was borderline condescending, the kind you have for the foibles of the elderly. So I switched to full-fogey mode and said, "Give them a listen. You might actually like them. You just need to turn it up louder."
Somehow I doubt I made a convert.
Maybe if it had been "Born on the Bayou" or "Green River."
I didn't notice, but the sales-girl-going-on-woman did and said, "It looks like someone likes the music."
Not completely snapping out of my trance, I said, "Well, yeah. It's Creedence. Everyone likes..."
Then I saw her smile, which was borderline condescending, the kind you have for the foibles of the elderly. So I switched to full-fogey mode and said, "Give them a listen. You might actually like them. You just need to turn it up louder."
Somehow I doubt I made a convert.
Maybe if it had been "Born on the Bayou" or "Green River."
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