shock me, shock me, shock me
so this is what i looked like at work this week:
looking like this, i sidled up to an older gentleman, who endeared himself to me by possessing the same first name as the daddy.
"what's your name?" he queried, a perfectly natural response to my having asked him his.
"mei-ling," i offered, also offering him a firm handshake. "pleasure to meet you."
"mei-ling!" he exclaimed, a perfectly passable picture of delight. "i was just thinking about you! and here you are!"
and then he started to sing:
rose, rose, i love you with your almond eyes,
fragrant and slender 'neath tropical skies.
i must cross the seas again and never see you more,
'way back to my home on a distant shore.
all my life i shall remember
oriental music and you in my arms,
perfumed flowers in your tresses,
lotus-scented breezes, and swaying palms.
make way, oh, make way for my eastern rose.
men crowd in dozens everywhere she goes.
in her rickshaw on the street or in a cabaret,
"please make way for rose," you can hear them say.
"what did you say?" i asked, rather stupidly, utterly nonplussed. so he sang again:
rose, rose, i love you with your almond eyes,
fragrant and slender 'neath tropical skies.
i must cross the seas again and never see you more,
'way back to my home on a distant shore.
long story short, it turns out that a gentleman crooner named frankie laine sang that song in 1951. and this man (the man in my club, not the man cantor) just happened to know it and just happened to think of it when he met me in my mei-ling guise.
isn't that neat?
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