Dream Journal: Plumber Dance Party

Ok, so this one isn’t exactly a dream. It happened. But it was so weird, I had to include it.

So I’m driving around, looking at houses under construction because I’m in the market to move and I want to get an idea of what my options are. I find a housing development being built and pull up to one that’s farther along than most. Nowhere near finished, but it’s got the bones set and the roof up so we decide to look around inside.

There are these two plumbers working, probably around my age (hint, I’m mid-twenties). And they’ve got the radio blaring. Like, BLARING. You could hear that sucker in Mexico if you concentrated.

They turn it down when they realize I walk in and I ask if I can look around.

They’re like, “Sure! No problem! Let us know if you have any questions we can maybe answer for you!” And they get back to work, but not before they crank that radio back up.

And it’s not music I would have expected, like rap or country (I’m in Texas), but they’re jamming out to show tunes.

Show tunes.

Then, BAM!

That song ends and Yakkity Yak, Don’t Talk Back by The Coasters starts up.

And if you haven’t heard this song, drop everything and YouTube it.

Because it…is…glorious.

And these two plumbers start going crazy.

Like they’re singing at the top of their lungs, dancing around, and each time the song reaches the point where the chorus goes “Yakkity yak, don’t talk back,” these two beautiful human beings shout that line at the top of their lungs.

And I’m afraid they’re going to bring down the house before it gets finished.

But I guess it’s a testament to the workmanship that it doesn’t.

So for a spell, I’m dancing and singing with two plumbers in some half-built house in the middle of the Texas countryside.

Because that’s how I spend my weekends.

And seriously that, more than anything else, might convince me to buy a house from those builders.

Published by Elizalaughs

Always aspiring to be better.

Leave a Reply

%d bloggers like this: