Monday, March 13, 2023

Maybe It's Just Me...

 And it usually is but when my toaster finishes toasting, it sounds like the first two notes to Jailhouse Rock.

Allow me to explain. My toaster doesn’t pop up. A small door opens when the time is up and the toasted bread drops out the bottom. The door opens to create one note and closes to create the other. The sliding toast provides background.

Click this link to hear the first two notes.

It disturbs me. I’m the only one who hears it. Everybody else says, “Not really.” Why should that be disturbing?

Read or listen to the lyrics.

Everybody (all men) in the whole cell block

Was dancing to the Jailhouse Rock


Number 47 said to number three

You’re the cutest jailbird I ever did see

I sure would be delighted with your company

Come on and do the Jailhouse Rock with me”

Even though this song is sung by the King of Rock and Roll and King of womanizing, it’s a bit too gay for me.

So at first because I was the only one associating my toaster’s sound with the first two notes of Jailhouse Rock, I began to wonder about myself. However, when I attempted Elvis’s arm swing and knee dip I pulled up lame for three days.

I think that was my self-awareness telling me there was nothing to worry about.

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