i was sitting at my desk
there was a large, bearded man painting the wall next to me.
he was alternately singing and whistling "goin' to kentucky"--not the whole song, just the line he knew--over and over.
now i have "goin' to kentucky" stuck firmly in my head.
not the whole song, just the one line.
"we're goin to kentucky, we're goin to the fair, to see a senorita with flowers in 'er hair."
i think people who are bold enough to sing in public are beautiful. even the fat hairy ones.