My sister and her husband are part of a group that puts on live music shows in northern Michigan. And once a year, sometimes twice a year, my sister and her husband host one at their home. And most of them are in a building in this, in the town. So anyway, when she, when they have the ones at their house I usually go to those, and I like to go early so that we can talk and she likes to show me around her yard and so on and so forth. So, she and I were looking around her yard talking about stuff, and, and this other car pulls in. And it was another lady who was there to go to the concert.
And, she got out of the car. She brought up a tray full of treats. And so we all made our way back inside. Um, and I had been — so my sister and I and this lady were in my sister’s kitchen and I was humming, as I often do. And all of a sudden, she says, “Are you humming ‘This Old Man?'” And I said, “Yeah, I guess I was.” And all — then she breaks into song! I mean loud — singing loudly, snapping her fingers, waving her arms around. And my sister and I are not, you know, participating in this.
And all of a sudden she stops and she pretends she can’t remember the next verse. I’m sure she was hoping that, you know, my sister and I would join in, which we were not going to do. And I think she finally sang the next verse herself and then stopped, thank goodness. And, uh, I don’t know, she was just kind of one of those loud, obnoxious, “I gotta be the center of attention” kinda people, and I kind of avoided her the rest of the evening. Don’t care for people like that, thank you very much.