Whistling – Part II
I’m working away on the computer, whistling and really into what I’m doing. In the zone…
My wife walks in singing some really old poppy, hurry-up-and-turn-the-radio-station-to-something-else tune. She says, “Now you’ve got me singing it.”
I gave her my patented, “What are you talking about?” look. Actually, I may have just said, “What are you talking about?” which sort of defeats the need for a patented look. But hey, I was working, I was in the zone. The zone can be forgiven.
She followed up with, “That’s the tune you were whistling.”
“Woman!” I exclaimed – once again, in the zone, so it’s forgiven – “that’s Metallica I’m whistling! That’s not some old poppy hurry-up-and-turn-the-radio-station-to-something-else tune!” Spoken, of course, with complete hyphenation.
“Funny,” she says, “it sounded just like an old poppy hurry-up-and-turn-the-radio-station-to-something-else tune.” Mimicking my complete hyphenation, I might add. The nerve. “Oh well, I’ll bet in your head you were really cool.”
Grrr. So much for being in the zone.