Last night I was reminded of one of those times when the mouth gets in gear before the brain. This one takes a bit to set up.
Years ago, I had a student named Tom. He has a fabulous voice. I only saw him for a short period of time as he was gearing up for an audition.
Skip forward a year or two. My friend Laurel rented an apartment and called on all her friends to swarm her new place and bring it up to a reasonable standard of cleanliness before she moved in. I took charge of the stove. While I was cleaning it, Tom came in singing.
Skip forward again a few years to a community event being held on Richmond Road at Churchill Avenue. I wandered down to the event and saw Tom outside the old Nepean Town Hall singing with a quartet. They were wonderful.
When they took a break, I walked up to greet Tom. The first words out of my mouth weren't "Hey how are you!" or "How great to see you again." Nope. They were "Wow, the last time I heard that voice I had my head in an oven."
Apparently, that was funny. Enough so that Laurel, who hadn't even been there, had heard it and brought it up in conversation yesterday evening.
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