Opening Overture:
Drums!
Horns!
Other orchestral instruments!
People enter, stage left wearing aprons, name tags, badges, carrying various accoutrement that retailers, uhm, carry.
Fosse-like dancing commences, with some jazz & interpretive thrown in for good measure.
Singing starts:
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. That you can't make up your mind, and that you're wasting all my time!
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. That you were born without a brain, that you are such a pain!
I'm sorry!
Well, it's not Phantom, but, it'll do for now.
I do have a new coping mechanism to deal with insane assholes, I mean customers. I start singing "My Favorite Things" from the Sound of Music. I know that that's, well, down right loopy, but damnit, I want to live in a musical! What's wrong with bursting into spontaneous song? Huh? You know you'd love to have a soundtrack start up when you're about to do something. Damnit! I want an orchestra!
No comments:
Post a Comment