Well, though I went with yes, I'd like to explain. In general, I have to think I'd be annoyed. BUT!!! There are some mornings when absurd events happen that just really crack me up and make my day. And so, given that my bus drivers don't sing, I think once in a while would be really funny. So.
...I would've said yes if the singing was ok. But you specifically said it was bad singing. It's one thing to watch the first few episodes of American Idol and be subjected to bad singing. That's voluntary. You know for a fact that several people will sound like dying cats.
However, if I'm on the bus, and someone happens to butcher "The Greatest Love of All," I'd happily give them a backlot tracheotomy (sp?) with nothing more than the crackpipe they were obviously smoking from before they thought the could sing.
It was about 10:00 at night, I was just wanting to get home. And the bus driver was taking his own sweet time driving the route, all the while leaning forward over the steering wheel in what looked like an uncomfortable and unsafe position so he could croon into the intercom microphone. He was mushmouthed to begin with, and wasn't quite singing actual words, and it wasn't a tune I'd heard before.
It was freakish. I couldn't get off that bus fast enough when we made my stop.
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Date: 2003-10-14 09:03 am (UTC)However, if I'm on the bus, and someone happens to butcher "The Greatest Love of All," I'd happily give them a backlot tracheotomy (sp?) with nothing more than the crackpipe they were obviously smoking from before they thought the could sing.
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Date: 2003-10-14 09:54 am (UTC)It was about 10:00 at night, I was just wanting to get home. And the bus driver was taking his own sweet time driving the route, all the while leaning forward over the steering wheel in what looked like an uncomfortable and unsafe position so he could croon into the intercom microphone. He was mushmouthed to begin with, and wasn't quite singing actual words, and it wasn't a tune I'd heard before.
It was freakish. I couldn't get off that bus fast enough when we made my stop.
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