Today a man came through register four, and started screaming. Not words, just screams. Waving his arms. I looked up from register two, and he looked back, and he had this huge smile on his face, psyched up as all get out.
A little older lady I took to be his mother grabbed his shirt and smiled. "He likes the music."
I wonder what the world would be like if everyone was that happy about Michael Buble.
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