Thursday, May 14, 2009

The Hills (ahem..waiting room) are alive with the sound of music!

Twice weekly I take Emmi to speech therapy. In the waiting at the same time, a man waits for his son. Everyday this man, who stands over six feet tall, sits slouched in a chair with music playing from his phone while he attempts to get twenty more minutes of sleep. Sometime he snores. Often I wonder what he is listening to as he snoozes away.

Today, his dreams must have taken a turn for the worst. He jerked awake, ripping the earphone plug from his phone, releasing music into the air.

Music. Sweet, sweet music.

Show tunes to be exact.

4 comments:

kristi said...

No shit? LOL!

Allison said...

That is totally something that would happen to me....if you got a hold of my ipod, you would NEVER speak to me again. Seriously, never.

Kristina said...

I just have to say that the way you present everyting, your trips to therapy sessions are a heck of a LOT more interesting than our twice (or three or four) weekly trips to our hospital!

Kristina

I am Trish Marie said...

Allison, remember, you can completely blame those music choices on your kid. "Oh, I have that on my ipod for the kids." That is what I do.