The setting is Friday afternoon, at a non-for-profit communications ministry in Jesustown. The time is 4:15. A small girl sits in a lonely cubicle in the middle of a half-deserted office suite. She has exhausted all of her listening options for the day, and has turned to the tunes of an over-exposed country-pop princess. She soon finds herself singing along, quietly at first, and then with building confidence. This goes uninterrupted for about 3.5 minutes.
Short girl’s boss (sticking her head over the cubicle wall): Are you singing to yourself?
Short girl (in a drowsy stupor):Yes– sorry, was it annoying?
Short girl’s boss: No. It’s sort of funny though. And maybe sort of loud.
Short girl (staring blankly, looking for the correct words to say before giving in to blunt honesty): It was either this or crash headfirst into my keyboard.
Short girl’s boss (empathetically) : Ah.