I have a habit of singing along to the background music when I go grocery shopping. If I'm especially in the mood, I'll do this even if I don't like whatever it is they're piping through the sound system.
For some reason, the Albertson's I shopped at today didn't have any music on. Without thinking about it, I compensated by singing snatches of an old Status Quo song that happened to be going through my head at the moment.
"Piiiictures of matchstick men and you ... Images of matchstick men and you ..."
I was just loud enough to wake up my normally lethargic internal censor.
"Hey," said my internal censor. "This isn't one of your gigs. No one wants to hear you sing. You're annoying people. Quit it."
I quit it.
Maybe half a minute later, some guy walked past, singing. Not loud enough to have interrupted conversations around him if there had been any, but definitely audible. He was smiling. Totally unselfconscious.
And it occurred to me: He wasn't annoying. Not at all.
"Images of matchstick men and you ... All I ever see is them and you ..."