Today when I went up to the cash register, the older balding store manager had his usually unkempt mustache waxed and turned upwards in sharp points. A Sousa march, played by a full brass band, started playing over the speakers.
They usually have our commercial free alterna-station KEXP on, so I asked if this was the radio.
The guy said, "No, it's my CD, I'm driving Emily crazy today with my music."
I said, "So, do you guys switch off days to take turns listening to one another's music?"
He smiled, "I only play my music once a year. It's March 4th."
He started marching in place with his hands up like they were hold a color guard baton.
"Get it? March 4th... Time to break out your marching music."
I couldn't stop laughing...