… but didn’t.
Here in the deep South we have a restaurant called Sonny’s Barbecue. I took a friend there last weekend for her birthday and we were chowing down pretty good, when I noticed that someone seated in the booth behind us was singing along with the restaurant music. Every goddam song!
I rolled my eyes at my friend and she smiled, and when it got too much and too loud, I turned around to tell our Serenader to keep it down. When I did, I noticed he was by himself, way overweight and was carrying the tunes pretty nicely, so I kept my frickin’ mouth shut.
Discretion the better part of being an SOB, I guess.
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