“Excuse me? Jay, as you know, we refer to this as a cruise. Not a boat. And these are guests – not folks! And you should wait to be invited over to a table before approaching anyone uninvited.”
“Oh, I’m sorry sir. I just wanted to make sure you were you having good time.”
The war was over. Chalk one up for the protest singer.
I walked back to the stool, affixed my headset microphone, strummed my guitar one last time, and sang out:
“Nobody loves me but my mother, and she could be jivin’ too.”