Got me a Hummer at lunch!

Not the good kind. A salesman gifted me a $40 gift card for a local burger shop. This was in appreciation for a good order I sent his way. Not wishing to offend I accepted the token bribe, a part of normal business. My first experience I did take-out. I found the Patty Melt overly greasy and not very appealing. Their specialty is burgers and pies so today I hoped the burger would be better. I decided to eat inside so the car wouldn’t smell up with burgers and fry smell. Nice clean place, I sat alone with a fellow also alone behind me. That was him, the HUMMER. Every song he hummed without a pause. When the song on the speakers switched, he had another stanza in reserve. The fact it was old gospel songs only added to my guilt. I had fantasies of shaking him by the lapels, “CRIPES MAN! STOP WITH THE HUMMING!”. Song or humming, I figure, is the obvious mark of a happy Spirit. I can respect that. But I guess I had an issue with mine, grating onward, incessant. I thought of turning around and begging keep up man; you’re lagging the tempo! Elvis, Conway Twitty, no matter, hope quickly lost. I found myself begging for a Taylor Swift diddy in hopes of an objectionable tune to hum. That was probably wishful thinking on two counts. For 23 minutes he didn’t stop, not even while he was chewing. Finally, I was able to trot out of there and be clear. If I don’t get indigestion it will be a wonder. I still feel a bit guilty, maybe my Spirit is dark and was battling unawares?! I had a friend who hummed while he worked in the lab, drove me nuts, I just left. Another guy at work does it too. I leave when he comes in the shop. Maybe I have something wrong with me.