So, I'm leaving my favorite restaurant after eating breakfast and there's a lady standing outside smoking and talking, in a very obvious Northern accent, on her cell phone.
"Yeah, it's supposed to get up to 93 degrees today. It's so hot you can't breathe. I don't know why anyone lives here . . ."
Is it wrong that I started whistling "When Johnny comes Marching Home" as I walked past her?
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