Today, I am working at my desk by the window. The sprinkler guy has shown up to do some maintenance. I don't think he realizes I am on the other side of this window--which is open; however, when I thought I heard a gurgling that seemed as though a sound of potential distress (i.e. he is stroking out or having a heart attack), I peeked out to see if he was face down in the lawn. He's wearing headphones.
So far I have heard a lot of mouth-guitar noises, some melodic, "Whooooooaaaa's" and a lot of "Hi-Ya!" Also, he busted out "I've gotta a hold on you!"
Get down with your bad self, sprinkler guy. Your passion for singing out loud with no care for those around you enthuses me.
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