While having a very rare slow period at work today I thought to myself that
I would have a little fun and do a small survey (hey, if you lived here you
would manufacture fun too). The bulky, always slovenly, limping, maintenance
man Richard approached. "Hey Dick", I said. I call him Dick for reasons even
unknown to me. "Who is Joni Mitchell?" He stopped and I could see the mind
turning. Puzzled, he said "isn't she a country singer?" I said "no."
He then went on. "Yea, I remember her, she was on the Porter Wagoner show in
the 60's." I wasn't sure Joni ever did that program but doubted it but
thought to myself that I would have to ask the list if that ever occurred.
Two more co-workers happened by, both female and in their early twenties. I
asked them the same question. Neither had a clue as to who Joni was. I then
asked a part-time fire safety inspector ( a closet-queen if I have ever seen
one) the question. He replied "isn't she a singer?" Lastly, a PT that works
at the facility, but doesn't live here, was walking nonchalantly down the
hall, approaching me. I thought "hmm, she looks rather offbeat, I bet she
knows Joan." So I stopped her and asked "Susan, do you know who Joni Mitchell
is?" She then said "doesn't she have a new album out?" I was knocked over.
She said she was not a fan and instead preferred Bonnie Raitt. We were then
interrupted by something. Later she returned to me and told this story. She
said that she had friends in Canada and that they had doves, though not
specific about the birds was she. They, the friends, would play different
music and the birds would not react but when they played Joni, the birds would
coo and coo and coo. She said they would remove Joni and play something else
and the birds would stop. Reinsert Joan, and the cooing returned. Even the
birds know.
mack
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