So last week I'm working in a grocery store near the bakery, and I can hear someone in that area whistling, loud and clear. It was done well, too. Whoever was doing the whistling had talent. They also had a calendar that was missing a few months.
Having spotted Halloween candy in that very store the first week of August, I was hoping against hope that the Mystery Whistler's tune was the parody "Walkin' Round In Women's Underwear."
A custy with a cart passed close behind me while I was working with some cases of wine. "You know," she murmured, "I love coming into this section to listen to that bakery worker whistle. Normally, whoever it is picks a good song. But damn... it's way too early for that. Can't we have a fall first?"
I did six Christmases with the Big Red Star, so all I could do was nod and snicker with her. In this case, the customer was right.
Screw Jingle Bells. I wanna hear Thriller instead,