Last night at my job where asphalt paving was taking place we took a break out of the road due to an upcoming thunderstorm. I'm in my truck with some Beatles tunes going kinda quietly. Nearby under the canopy of an old abandoned gas station the crew was gathered under the shelter. A crowd of about 20 old, young, brown, black, and white were standing around having a nice time. After about an hour a fellow walks up to me with a sour puss expression and commences to elaborating on everything wrong with the world. Paul McArtney is singing quietly in the back ground "in our yellow... submarine".... as the guy just kept on and on and on...
I say to the guy "you know what I think of all that?" And at that moment cranked up the volume knob... next thing you know 20 old, young, brown, black and white people are singing at the top of their lungs "WE ALL LIVE IN A YELLOW SUBMARINE... A YELLOW SUBMARINE.. A YELLOW SUBMARINE"
Man, it was priceless.
I say to the guy "you know what I think of all that?" And at that moment cranked up the volume knob... next thing you know 20 old, young, brown, black and white people are singing at the top of their lungs "WE ALL LIVE IN A YELLOW SUBMARINE... A YELLOW SUBMARINE.. A YELLOW SUBMARINE"
Man, it was priceless.