My Sort of Funny Valentine
Lori Lancaster | February 14, 2004
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Scott Hardie | February 14, 2004
Jesus... I go out of town for a day, and TC takes off like wildfire. Maybe I should stay away more often. :-P
I took my mother to foot surgery today as her designated driver. The 3.5 hours I spent in the waiting room were difficult to endure, but they were briefly enlivened by a barbershop quartet. From what I gathered, a local man had hired the quartet to perform three valentine songs for his girlfriend at her workplace (the radiology desk), and she was overjoyed. The singers were handsome gentlemen in their sixties, except for one stick-carrying blind member in his thirties, all four wearing matching red costumes. They drew a small crowd as they sang, and happened to perform six feet in front of where I was sitting. And for the first time since I got it for Christmas, I chose not to bring my digital camera today.
Lesson firmly learned.