There’s always a song

Don’t know about you but my life has a soundtrack. There’s always a song in my head and more often than not, it’s appropriate to the situation.
If I’m having a bad day on a tennis court, for example, it’s often because I am violating the first rule of the game: watch the ball all the way to the racquet. I’ll think I’m doing that when actually I am looking away just before impact to sneak a glance at where I want to hit it. That’s a recipe for disaster.
Enter the Beatles.
In my head I hear the song “I’m Looking through You.” Because that’s precisely what I am doing, looking not “at” the ball but “through” it.
Wish I could say this song fixes the problem. It does not. But at least it identifies it.
Another most appropriate song popped into my head recently on an airplane. A little old lady (a term I hesitate to use any more, by the way, since “little old ladies” are now often the same age as I) struggled down the aisle having trouble finding her seat. If it was not her first flight it sure seemed it.
She wound up right in front of me.
Later on, as the flight attendants wheeled that cart down the aisle offering us our complimentary little bag of pretzels and four ounces of water or a soft drink, she came to the aforementioned woman and asked if she’d like something to drink.
“Maybe a glass of soda,” the woman said softly.
“What kind?” the flight attendant asked.
“What do you have?” the lady inquired.
“What do we have?” the attendant answered. “We have all the Coke products. I can’t list them all.”
“Oh,” the lady said, sounding embarrassed. “I guess I’ll just have a Coke.”
From my vantage point, I could clearly see “all the Coke products” that were too much trouble to list.
Coke, Diet Coke, Dr. Pepper, Diet Dr. Pepper, 7-Up ginger ale.
Whew. That’s eleven whole words. The nerve of the customer to expect the flight attendant to go to all that trouble.
The band Three Dog Night provided the sound track for this little episode. I spent the rest of the flight with “Easy to be Hard” playing in my head.
And reminding myself never to do that.

Ed Ackerman