tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2357050491826664752.post6356575603128609987..comments2023-10-07T04:32:18.006-05:00Comments on Letters to My Coworkers, Whom I Hate: Music to Absolutely No One's EarsAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12350677508713971092noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2357050491826664752.post-41097661245619671332012-10-02T10:20:38.041-05:002012-10-02T10:20:38.041-05:00That's rough. It sounds like this L person mig...That's rough. It sounds like this L person might need a good talkin' to about when it's appropriate to sing along with the radio. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12350677508713971092noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2357050491826664752.post-86541202268657790042012-10-01T23:11:40.299-05:002012-10-01T23:11:40.299-05:00One time I went on a camping trip with some cowork...One time I went on a camping trip with some coworkers. One guy, E, spent the entire weekend jonesin' for Adele. This was exacerbated by S spending the weekend trolling E by singing the opening bar (but no more) of Someone Like You most of the weekend, which was funny for a day...maybe. The kicker was that on the car trip back, Adele came on the radio, the moment that E had been waiting for all weekend. L, who fancied herself a Great Voice who must share her gift, decided that the song would be enhanced if she sang along to the whole thing. Normally (so I understand), if sing-alongs are kosher, everyone will chime in. There was a notable silence that permeated the car, save for lo-fi Adele and L's grating coloratura. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com