Rachel's Blog: Seems to go nowhere

Mon, 10 Jul 2006

I'm standing in line at a fast food joint. There are two people ahead of me and about six behind. All in one long line at the one cashier. Very slow moving. Staff in the kitchen are pointedly not helping pack orders and the manager's back is visible in the tiny office. Her shoulders are giving the "paperwork is what I'm doing now, don't bother me" message.

It's pretty quiet. No one is talking. There's the occasional murmur from the girl at the drive through window. I have no idea that there's even music playing until Tainted Love comes on.

The guy behind me starts singing. The guy behind him starts singing. I start singing. By the end of the first chorus nearly all of us are singing along quietly. And we all know all the words.

True story.