Saturday, March 09, 2013
I have a sad story to tell you, it might hurt your feelings a bit
Bunny and I found ourselves at The Rock Steady Jamaican Bistro in Boca Raton for dinner. An early dinner. Or a late lunch. Or a very late brunch. Dunch, if you will.
So we were eating dunch at The Rock Steady Jamaican Bistro (the food was quite good, but you better like it jerked) and for a change, we were listening to reggae. Not because we wanted to listen to raggae, but beause we were eating at a Jamaican restaurant.
And it could have been worse—it could have been country reggae.
But we were listening to reggae, when it struck me, the reggae music—it was a song I haven't heard in a long time …
“I have a sad story to tell you.”
I was trying to place where I heard it …
“It might hurt your feelings a bit.”
It's been years … and the heavy reggae beat wasn't helping, mon.
“I stepped in the bathroom last night.”
What was it?
“And stepped in a pile of shhhhhhhhh—”
Shaving Cream! It was the Shaving Cream song! Only with a very heavy reggae beat and a thick Jamaican accent. But yes, it was the Shaving Cream song!
Incredible!
