Just walking up the street on my way back to the office from lunch and this little man, okay maybe not technically “little”, but significantly shorter than my 5’9, was walking down the street in a business suit with a brand new ice-pick-axe thing over his shoulder. I couldn’t help myself, I tried, but I couldn’t help it, I started singing:

“high ho, high ho, it’s off to work we go ….”

He turned around.

I really have to learn to use that inside voice.