The fire alarm “testing” in our building was initially limited to intermittent, loud chirps. Around 9:45, they ran the alarms for fifteen minutes straight. I tried offsetting the cacophony with Neil Diamond (who seems to have released only “Best of” albums for the last 25 years) played at full blast. After two rounds of singing along to “Crunchy Granola Suite” and “Brother Love’s Traveling Salvation Show,” some coworkers came by for an impromptu trip to one of the three Starbucks’ across the street.
My friend E gave me endless crap about it downstairs, across the street and back. Later, she enumerated all of my coworkers whom I had infected with earworms. In response to my apology, I received three comments:
- You can’t fool us. …We know you have the Jazz Singer on DVD. – P
- No problem Jim, as long as it’s not opera, it’s just fine. – L
- Dude, I totally groove to Neil man. Forever in Blue Jeans baby…good times, good times. 🙂 – N