You really need to not do that anymore.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahaha!
Come on, man, you’re gonna get us punched one day.
No way! People love it!
No one loves it.
I made two bucks!
You took money?
Well they put it in my hand.
You just took their money?
I worked for it, I suppose, I don’t see why not.
Because you just stood there, on the train, and started singing.
Buskers sing on trains all the time!
You aren’t a busker! You were not busking at all!
I was, I think, by accident.
You just started singing “Singing on the train.”
I’m singing on the train… just singing on a train… what a glorious feeling… I’ll ride it again!
I was there, you don’t have to revisit it for me.
So why do you get mad?
I’m sure someone, someday, will take a swing at you.
For singing?
Yes.
Are you saying my singing is that bad?
No?
Nice! Well, I’m not worried. Worse than me escape unscathed.
Also, it’s embarrassing.
I’m not embarrassed!
I meant me.
But you aren’t signing.
But I’m with you. So…
So what?
Embarrassing.
Bah! I was just… singing on a train, just singing on a train… what a glorious feeling I’ll…
Stop it!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!






September 20th, 2011 on 7:30 pm
I’ve done this.
Sister and I were in a grocery store when Sister began “I’ve been thinking…” and made the grievous error of pausing.
“Wonder of wonder! Miracle of miracles!…”
Full theater volume, singing and dancing included.
She tried to crawl under the grocery cart.