On my way home from work tonight I stopped by the bar for a drink as I do every night. Usually there’s a lively and festive atmosphere here but not tonight. The mood that replaced it was that of an eerie, tense silence despite the presence of all the regulars that filled the bar to capacity.
As I walked inside, I noticed everyone was trying to avoid the far corner of the bar where a lone man was seated at the counter. He was wearing a raincoat and a sailor’s hat as if to suggest that he spent a majority of his time at sea. He just sat there, silently staring at his half-empty mug of beer.
“What’s going on?” I greeted the bartender. Then, lowering my voice, I asked, “What’s up with that guy in the corner?”
“The strangest thing just happened,” he replied in a low voice. “It was the middle of happy hour when this guy came in for a drink and when he sat down he started singing ‘Yellow Submarine’ and had everyone singing along.”
“What’s wrong with that?” I asked.
“You haven’t heard the full story yet. When we got to the chorus where we sang ‘We all live in a yellow submarine, yellow submarine, yellow submarine’, he sang ‘We all live in a yellow submarine, yellow submarine, yellow submarine, yellow submarine‘. He sang the words ‘yellow submarine’ 4 times when the song only mentions it 3 times during the chorus. And when we mentioned that to him, he just said, ‘That’s the way we sing it where I come from.’ And then we asked him, ‘Where are you from?’ and he said, ‘Mordna.’ And when we asked him, ‘Where’s Mordna?’ he just said, ‘The next planet after Pluto.’ We pretty much left him alone at that point.”
Needless to say I left the bar fairly quickly. Perhaps tomorrow things will be back to normal.