If there is a Right center of the universe…this is the experience that is farthest from.
1 Comment I’m at Costco on Sunday picking up the usual Bulk sodas etc. when I hear something that sent such a chill up my spine, that I had to confirm it was not my imagination.
You see the Wharehouse Superstore in question(the Fullerton one, on Harbor) had a Kareoke display set up in attempt to sell an increased amount of said devices. I am not strictly opposed to Kareoke, as a rule, the problem is that it is-more often than not-very very bad, not to mention often uncomfortably inappropriate. Such is the situation with the tale I intend to relate to you friends on this occasion.
What I heard, and eventually saw-in all my fears confirmed-was a young girl. This young girl whom I believe to be no more than seven years of age was singing Kareoke. Poorly. The child’s inability to perform the song in question was not the problem, that was in fact arguably a benifit.
It was the song that the child was performing, or rather attempting to perform, that caused the problem.
She was singing “Like A Virgin”!
Her proud father looked on from his cart nearby. I chose to believe that was her father as there are only two explanations for that look, and I do not wish to believe in the existence of people creepy enough to require the other explanation.
As soon as I caught this…tableau of…wrong-ness, I was transfixed by it for what seemed an eternity before I was able to reawaken my catatonic mind and force my hollow limbs to move again.
As I fled I felt a palpable need to share this story, like trauma therapy, but I was unwilling to return to the scene and capture it with either the camera or camcorder functions of my phone.
This retelling will have to suffice…
By the way, as I was approaching the register to check out, I heard the child start the song over again. Apparently she found her previous performance unacceptable… While I find it impossible to disagree with the unnacceptability of her previous performance, I can easily disagree with the theory that a second attempt could, in any way, right those wrongs.
I fled the scene as quickly as possible, in undeniable fear that the child might find the Divinyls’ “I Touch Myself”.
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What race is this girl? I am going to bet she is white. An Indian/Pakistani/Asian parent would not allow their child to touch a Kareoke machine due the presumption of having to buy it, we are all cheap cheap people. A black parent would never let their child sing a Madonna song, and a Mexican child wouldn’t know the lyrics.
Comment by Moe — March 29, 2006 @ 2:50 pm