I love music. I listen to it all the time, I even go to concerts, but ever since I was a child I can get a bit rattled at a random tune, hum, or trill. I believe it is negative conditioning brought on by a childhood game. (See blog entry: “No Singing in the Saloon, pt. I”)*
The other day at the post office there was a long line so I went to one of the self-service kiosks. I had just started my transaction when a burly, bearded man pushed the post office door open – he was whistling like a tea kettle.
As I pressed the kiosk screen he peered over my shoulder; the air from his whistling moved my hair.
“Need help?” I grimaced.
He shook his head, “No,” and the whistle lifted up and I recognized the Phil Collins’ tune, “Against All Odds.”
“Phil Collins,” I said knowingly as I picked up the receipt from my kiosk, and I hummed a nasty line from “In the Air Tonight.”
* http://www.keepmaryoutofthekitchen.com/blog/no-singing-in-the-saloon-pt-i
The other day at the post office there was a long line so I went to one of the self-service kiosks. I had just started my transaction when a burly, bearded man pushed the post office door open – he was whistling like a tea kettle.
As I pressed the kiosk screen he peered over my shoulder; the air from his whistling moved my hair.
“Need help?” I grimaced.
He shook his head, “No,” and the whistle lifted up and I recognized the Phil Collins’ tune, “Against All Odds.”
“Phil Collins,” I said knowingly as I picked up the receipt from my kiosk, and I hummed a nasty line from “In the Air Tonight.”
* http://www.keepmaryoutofthekitchen.com/blog/no-singing-in-the-saloon-pt-i
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