Still Searching
Ever since the nuns told us God gave everyone a special gift, I've been keeping an eye out for mine. Tonight's candidate: the ability to infect minds with songs that get stuck in your head. Since I can't sing, it works well for me (tonight's victim: my wife, payload: Billy Joel's River of Dreams*). You think it's lame, but it's the kind of thing that separates you from the pack, e.g., "Oh, that guy? I met that asshole once. And spent the next six weeks singing Fernando on and off."
* Let me help you along: "In the middle of the night, I go walking in my sleep . . . "
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