Overheard at Outback on Wednesday night:
Sgt. P.: "Yeah, she was a stripper."
Mr. P.: "Are you still going on about that? Anyhow, did you see th..."
Tam: "Wait! What's that song?"
Mr. P.: "What song? I can't hear anything over all the chatter in here."
Sgt. P.: "I know who that is! It's... it's..."
Tam: "Oh, fergawdssake! Don't torture me like this! Who is that? I need that song."
Waitron: "Can you sing a little bit of it?"
Mr. P.: *Plugs Ears*
Sgt. P.: "I know who that was..."
Sgt. P.: "I can't remember."
Tam: "Great. Now I'm totally f&*#ing tortured."
Mr. P.: "Just look it up on the internet."
Tam: "With what? I don't know the title or the artist!"
Postscript: Thanks to Google, some fruity lyrics site with lots of dancing balogna & spyware, and iTunes, I have uncoolly paid $0.99, and now "The World I Know" by Collective Soul is safely on my hard drive.