Elevator Not Required
I work in an office building. I know: You’re shocked that I’m not a full-time writer and musician. Hey, if I were a full-time writer, my punctuation would be better and my transitions wouldn’t suck. And if I were a full-time musician, I sure as hell wouldn’t have time to write a blog because of that whole “needing food” thing.
I actually have it easy. Patty (my wife, remember? You & I need really need to talk more!) works in a dental office. Mercifully, they don’t have Muzak, but lets just say that the satellite radio station makes all of the contemporary adults feel right at home (you know who you are. Nice sweater, and get out of the sun.) According to Patty, several songs are capable of triggering the “it got weird” moment: “Secret Lovers,” “Private Dancer,” “(Let’s Get) Physical,” “Love Touch,” & “If You Want My Body” (not to mention countless other Rod Stewart songs.) Yes, come for the teeth cleaning, but stay for the awkward silence and palpable tension. Plus, you get extra floss if you make it through “Afternoon Delight.” I know I did.
…and not to be cruel, but that Rod Stewart chick kinda looks like a dude.