Apr 06, 2009 16:36
6:30am. I'm at work. I have the satellite radio set to the 50s and 60s station. There's this big thuggish-looking dude standing by the door between the front room, and the other room, singing and dancing along with the music. I giggle. Then I notice that he's smoking, and I go up and tell him that he can't smoke in that section. He puts it out on his hand.
Five minutes later, he comes up to the counter. "You put a song in my heart," he says to me.
"Er. Thanks," I reply.
"Do you know what song?" he asks. I mutely shake my head. "This one!" He starts singing, "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are grey! You are my sunshine, my Jesus sunshine. Please let me tell you, how much Jesus loves you, and please don't take Jesus' sunshine away!"
I smiled nervously, and fortunately another customer arrives for me to help.
Five minutes later, he returns, carrying a bible. "May I read you something?"
"No . . . I have work to do."
"Can't you listen and work at the same time?"
"No . . . I have work to do in the back. . . ." I make my escape. I wash some dishes, and chop some onions, and when I return, he is serenading AJ. Different song, but changing the lyrics again.