There I am standing on the subway platform, waiting for the train.
Out of the speakers flows the soft, all-familiar music theme from "The Godfather".
Uh-oh.
I muster all my self-control to keep from scratching my jaw, and NOT imitate Brando's famous gesture, rasping "I'm gonna make him an offer he can't refuse".
I have to exercise the same self-control whenever the cursed subway sound system plays "Singing in the Rain". It seems some people find a
fatoverly plump woman jumping in a puddle singing "Doo-dloo-doo-doo-doo-doo" intimidating.
So, don't taunt me subway DJs!
Play that funky lounge music instead, cappish?
.
Out of the speakers flows the soft, all-familiar music theme from "The Godfather".
Uh-oh.
I muster all my self-control to keep from scratching my jaw, and NOT imitate Brando's famous gesture, rasping "I'm gonna make him an offer he can't refuse".
I have to exercise the same self-control whenever the cursed subway sound system plays "Singing in the Rain". It seems some people find a
So, don't taunt me subway DJs!
Play that funky lounge music instead, cappish?
.
