Are you listening, Subway?

Have you ever had a moment that was so surreal you thought you must be in a commercial or maybe on one of those hidden camera shows where you act like a moron and then get the joy of knowing you've been recorded for all the world to see you make a fool of yourself? Well who needs that? That's why the good Lord invented blogging. So I can tell the world my, "Hey, remember that time I acted like a dork?" story.

There's a sub shop down the street from my job. Occasionally I'll walk down there to have lunch if I haven't brought my own. So I go there, standing innocently in line waiting to order.

Pretty bland so far, right?

Then Mr. Bon Jovi comes on the radio singing about Tommy on the docks and Gina at the diner and I'm sort of dancing in place singing along. There are about ten of us (this is the lunchtime rush in a pretty heavily populated business district) waiting in line, our sandwiches in varying states of deliciousness, when the guy behind me starts to sing, too. Pretty soon, every person in line is singing. And when we hit the chorus? It got loud.

Whooah, we're half way there
Whooah! Livin on a prayer
Take my hand and we'll make it, I swear
Whooah! Livin on a prayer...

And even while I'm singing, I'm thinking How can all these people possibly know the words? What am I doing? I can't stand talking in front of people and now I'm singing?!

WHAT IS GOING ON?!

The song ended, we got our food and moved on, all slightly uplifted by a brief but strange connection with our fellow man. Well, maybe that was just me.

If you ever see a commercial with a group of folks singing "Livin' on a Prayer," I'm the short frumpy one with the bewildered expression on her face.

Over to you?