I’m dying to share an upcoming event. But I can’t. Not yet. Not until I get clearance because it is a matter that may affect national security. BTW if I don’t post for awhile, it might be because I’m on “the list.” I plan to ask several questions, and who knows which question might put me in danger. But don’t worry.
So, while I wait for my fate, I’ll just ramble a bit about music choices in the facilities of fine BBQ establishments. I’m not anti-music by any stretch. Music moves me, even, once in a great while – dare I say – elevator music. Being tuned in to music – well, therein lies the problem. The BBQ dining room played light, upbeat, subtle tunes which didn’t hinder conversation, which is a plus.
The bathroom, however, had a whole different stream of tunes flowing through the loudspeaker. I visited twice. This is not uncommon. My husband claims I know the location of every water closet in the two-state area. My mother insists I have a bladder the size of a lentil.
“Dueling Banjos” played the first time I visited the otherwise lovely restroom. Fortunately, the song was at the very slow build-up beginning. There could have been problems, the pressure of the competition within the later bars of the tune could have been too much.
So, the only harm done was in the reminder of the movie….ewww.
My mother (yes, she too has a lentil-sized bladder – but it’s iron coated) and I were serenaded with “Devil Went Down to Georgia.” Love the song. And once again, the song was in the early stages so no real harm was done.
Note to restaurant owners: music in the bathroom really should be screened. Dueling Bladders are not pretty.
