Once, on a business trip to Florida (back when I used to fly), BB found a nice Italian restaurant where the servers were all trained vocalists, and would occassionally break into song. A few things I remember from this dinner:
1. It was the first night of Passover, and two of us were Jewish. We were bad, Lord. I would like to point out, however, that the next night, I took a $60 taxi from the airport to my mother's house for the second seder. She paid, and I was wearing an Eeyore t-shirt, but whatever.
2. BB, after a week of shared appetizers, proclaimed that he was ordering a prosciutto and melon appetizer and not sharing with anyone.
3. I believe BB offered me $10 if I'd stand up and join in when the servers all stood solemnly, hands at sides, performing "Ol' Man River." I did not. I am, however, tired of living and a'scared of dying.
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That is such a powerful line--especially by the fellow that was in the 1951 movie version.
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