I met a woman at a bar the other night, and she said she never sings.
"Not even in the shower?" I asked.
"No, not even in the shower."
"Oh, you must be a whistler," I said.
"No, I don't whistle."
"Do you hum?"
I could tell the woman was getting annoyed with the conversation, but that didn't stop me. When somebody mentions that they don't sing my immediate thought is dead spirit. There's nothing sadder than a dead spirit in my estimation.
I took it upon myself to revive the lady's dead spirit by asking more questions. This had an immediate effect. The woman started to gather her things and walk away. It made perfect sense to me, dead spirits want to remain dead, and no matter how hard you try to revive them they resist. Which reminds me of an old song we use to sing when we were kids: "every party has a pooper that's why we invited you, party pooper."
"Not even in the shower?" I asked.
"No, not even in the shower."
"Oh, you must be a whistler," I said.
"No, I don't whistle."
"Do you hum?"
I could tell the woman was getting annoyed with the conversation, but that didn't stop me. When somebody mentions that they don't sing my immediate thought is dead spirit. There's nothing sadder than a dead spirit in my estimation.
I took it upon myself to revive the lady's dead spirit by asking more questions. This had an immediate effect. The woman started to gather her things and walk away. It made perfect sense to me, dead spirits want to remain dead, and no matter how hard you try to revive them they resist. Which reminds me of an old song we use to sing when we were kids: "every party has a pooper that's why we invited you, party pooper."
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