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.


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!


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.