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Tis The Season For Insomnia

The lobby of my work building contains a small cafe, and for several hours yesterday a barbershop quartet stood outside its entrance and belted out holiday tunes. People entering the lobby reacted to the singers as they would to a cloud of chlorine gas.

This morning I ducked into the cafe to get coffee, and couldn't help but notice that the young lady behind the till looked exhausted. I'm not one to make small talk with strangers, but this woman looked so wretched that my sympathy was aroused. "Jeeze, " I remarked, "Rough night?"

"Couldn't sleep," she mumbled. "Nightmares. Christmas carols."

Posted on December 09, 2002 to Conversations