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Whistle While I Smirk ——
Yesterday at lunch I found myself in one of those situations where about all you can do is grin and bear it.
It was a beautiful day to go scootering and so I went out. I stopped for lunch in Groveland and my waitress was positively exuberant. She was just as happy with the day as I was, full of sparkle and banter.
She was also whistling all through the day and she has to be the world’s worst whistler! I mean awful, the kind who can’t carry a tune and just makes you want to cringe ... but she was just carried away whistling with every one of the background tunes and cleaning tables with the beat of her music. A regular Mary Poppins of awful.
I was happy for her being happy, but I sure wish she would take some music lessons. It’s hard to enjoy your lunch when it sounds like somebody is strangling a large parakeet in the same room.
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