triticale - the wheat / rye guy

You Know It's Gonna Be...

We went out today, in the context of Mother's Day, to a family restaurant. She had a nannie split and I had a hot sludge funday. The music in the background was a bit too tinkley and jangley for an elevator, but still too muddy and muted to identify. When I got up to go to the necessary, the music, as too often is the case, was louder. I finally figured out what I was listening to. It was the Beatles' song Revolution.