Yes, sing. What was more surprising was the choice of songs. In my head for a second and out of my mouth the next: Thump, thump, thump, another one bites the dust. Hey, hey, another one bites the dust. And another one's gone, and another one's gone. Hey, we're gonna get you through; another one bites the dust. Thump, thump, thump...chicachicachica.
When I awakened from my trance I found myself playing air guitar with the towel and both of the cats puffed up and hiding in the corner. I guess they don't like Queen. Or maybe it's my singing.
That got me to thinking about where had that song come from. I don't have any Queen records. Or cassettes. Or CDs. Or even on my iPod. Since I no longer commute on a daily basis, I seldom listen to the radio. Where had I picked up this song?
As the day continued on, I found myself randomly singing, "Thump, thump, thump, another one bites the dust." Was I trying to kill somebody and not know it?
The days wore on and I was almost worn out. I was SICK of the thumps and I didn't care who bit the dust. This song had definitely worn out its welcome; time to move on. Take a bow, Queen; the song is over!
A few more weeks passed, and finally, the thumps began to subside. I was visiting with mom at her house and the television was going full-blast in the background. There's something about her television that's not quite right. You can barely hear someone speaking during a show but when the commercial comes on, it almost blasts you into outer space.
Mom was in the laundry room folding some clothes when I overheard her singing, "Thinking about working up an appetite, looking forward to a little afternoon delight. Sky rockets in sight, afternoon delight." Afternoon Delight? That was almost as bad as my Queen song.
A few moments later, mom was walking back into the room when I heard the all to familiar thump, thump, thumps; they were loud but they weren't coming from me. It was coming from the television; it was a Target commercial. Light bulbs went off in my head--so, that's where the song had come from. "Wow! What's that noise?" mom asked.
"It's a commercial," I yelled back.
"I know that. But, what's the song?"
"It's Another One Bites The Dust by the group Queen," I replied.
"Oh, I like it. It's got a good beat to it," she said. "Thump, thump, thump; another one bites the dust," she sang as she walked away.
I just shook my head. Good--now, maybe I'll stop singing it all the time.
Later, back at home, I was getting out of the shower, when out of nowhere I bellowed, "Sky rockets in flight; Afternoon delight."
Oh, crap! I've traded in the thumps for a little afternoon delight.
I wonder what's next?
Thursday, September 5, 2013
Posted by Gianetta at 11:27 AM