I work in a large business district. There’s just tons and tons of office buildings, so around noon, business people, mostly men in ties, just pour into the cafes. The best cafe on this block is awkwardly shaped (triangular-ish) but people love it there, so there’s often a tightly packed line.
This particular place had the radio on one of those “classic hit” stations that’s designed to play generic stations that no one in the workplace particularly objects to. First comes Tom Petty’s “Free Fallin’”. People in the line kinda start mumbling a line here and there. Some bob their heads to the beat.
Then comes the ultimate sing-along song, Queen’s “Bohemian Rhapsody”. That’s when everyone starts noticing that everyone else is jamming to it. Remember, we’re all about 2 inches from the guy in front of us. So then forms a little notice-me-but-don’t-notice-me jam session. You know everyone just wants to rock out but we’re still in business mode, so it’s all tempered. Some sort of mild comraderie forms amongst the line. We’re all smiling and awaiting the next song, wondering what we’re going to jam to next.
Did I mention we’re a bunch of guys packed into a small space?
Then I hear the distinctive guitar intro- boow-wowow-Wow. Oh no. “I’ve been feelin’ dryyyy, baa-by.” Oh, God. “Tried to hold back this feelin’, for soooo long.” Dead silence. Everyone holds still and stares at the floor. A random throat clears. “Let’s get it ooooon. AAAAWWWW yeah…” Some guy accidentally bumps another, both recoil.
By the third verse, someone tries to be funny: “I feel awkward.” Survey says…not funny. Now it’s just more awkward. Thanks a lot, dude.
Marvin Gaye: Making lunchtime weird since…well, since today.