You Never Know Who Might Be Listening

 

"Can you hear me now?"

This is a catch phrase for one of the cell phone companies.  I'm not sure which one, but that doesn't really matter.

 

Hearing it a few moments ago reminded of an event in a store the other day.

 

I was looking at some items when I heard a voice say, "I can hear you."

 

I kept about my business.

 

Again I heard the voice and, being alone in the aisle and thinking it might be speaking to me, I raised up on tiptoes to look over the shelving. 

 

Seeing no one I went on my way down the aisle.

 

I paused to look at something.

 

Then I heard the voice again say, "I can hear you."

 

Again rising on tiptoes I peered across the shelves and saw a grizzled old man's face.

 

He was smiling a toothless smile and I said, "Pardon me?"

 

He said, for the third time, "I can hear you. I can hear you humming that song. It's a good one, isn't it?"

 

I was caught.

 

Again.

 

~*~*~*~

 

What could have been an awkward stranger-danger moment became a youngish person's learning about an older gentleman's enjoyment of music.

 

We chatted for a few moments about the oldies/classics being played on the store's system.

 

Oldies to me.

 

The music of his youth for him.

 

Joined in a moment in time in 2013.

 

Proof once again music is intergenerational and stands the test of time.

 

~*~*~*~

Anyone who knows me knows that I tend to whistle or hum as I go about my business.

 

At first I felt a bit sheepish that a stranger had commented on it.

 

However, the resulting musical conversation was worth any momentary discomfort.

 

And I will continue my solitary music making...

 

Until the next encounter.

 

::whistling::