OK, Y'all, while standing in unison agreement w/ each of you who preceded me on this topic, I'll add another (and I swear it's been the same woman for the last 35yrs)
She somehow manages to always have a seat right behind me; manages to have beer; and loudly proclaimes during the most gentle ballad:
"Oh, this is my favorite song by (fill in performer's name here.) Oh, I just love it when "name again" sings this one - It's just my favorite. It makes me cry every time I hear it. I just can't listen to it w/o tears flowing all over my face. Oh, my God how can anybody be so good. How can (name) reach into me like (name)does when (name) sings this song. It's my favorite song . . ."
This monologue to her neighbor (and anyone w/in a 30ft radius,) of course, continues w/o so much as taking a breath, during her entire "favorite" song. Her "favorite" eludes her ears everytime, needless to say (but I said it anyway.)
After the second bridge, I turn around and say, "Lady, if you like the song so much, shut up and listen to it! Those w/in the 30ft radius say "Right on" a lot, while the woman says to me, "@$#%^&*!#%&+*#$#*^%*)$#@@@$%*#" or words to that effect.
So, I switched to Sanka,
Rez
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I came to Love the Music
Before I came to Be
[Psalm 139:13]
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