My youngest daughter is taking a choir class. She had a concert last night…
I like to listen to good singing…
But after the 45th deedle-dee sung in row fashion, I began to get a feeling that was very similar to that of going “shopping” with my wife.
First, my chair became uncomfortable…
Then it felt like it was shrinking…
Then someone sucked all of the air out of the building!
I started counting how many people I would disturb if I got up to find some air. If I went to my left, the body count would have been atrocious. If I went to my right, I would have to uproot 4 people…and that doesn’t count the people behind them who wouldn’t be able to see!
I was trapped!
I looked at my watch…
I looked at the program…
OH NO!!! They are less than 1/3 of the way through! This is never going to end!
I spent the rest of the concert trying to remain inconspicuous while writhing in pain.
When they sang a song with the words,
“Five hundred, twenty five thousand, six hundred minutes…
How do you measure a year?”
I actually turned the program over, got my pen out and calculated how many minutes there were in a year!
Do you understand what I just said? I chose to do math to relieve the pain!
When we got home, my daughter asked me how I liked it…
I didn’t want to hurt her feelings…
but I knew that she would see right through me if I lied…
“That was tough…I had a hard time.”
What I go through for my kids!
LOL! You can only like and understand choir if you are in it. I didn’t like it much either….even the part when I was up there singing =)
I so know what you mean dad!!! The school is so good at doing that… in everything they do!