While waiting in line at a checkout stand yesterday, I overheard a conversation taking place betwixt a couple of clerks. It went something like this…
Clerk 1: I swear, if you downed a couple of beers and squinted, you’d think it was the actual Beatles playing for you.
Clerk 2: Uh… Uh…
The poor gal – Clerk 2 – was gobsmacked. She just didn’t know how to respond to mingo Clerk 1. Nor did I.
I can only think this: it would take a heck of a lot more than a couple of beers and squinty eyes to make me think any cover band was the real deal. And the Beatles? Uh… Uh…