I hear you Frank Sinatra. We just Makin Frens?
Across the street from me is a car garage. And for months now, whatever time of day, whenever my husband and I sit in our living-room we can hear Frank Sinatra BLASTING from someones vehicle thats pulling in.
“The best is yet to come and ..blah blah.. blah blah …BLAAAAAH.”
And its become part of our household routine.
Whenever we hear Frank Sinatra blasting, with anticipation, we kinda jostle for position... the victor, shouts out first ”SOUNDS LIKE “FRANKS” HOME!!” And then we giggle about it. (cause we stupid)
Out of curiosity one day, I peeped through the curtains and “Frank” is an elderly white dude (surprise!) sandblasted hair, new Lexus and bobbles his head to the music. And honestly… I admire this man, he’s consistent, knows what he likes and turns up the sound.
So last night…. standing inline at our local Walgreens “Frank” was standing right in front of us.
Your gurl.. may or may not have had a couple of glasses (bottle) of wine before getting off on the subway, noticed “Frank” and blurted out …
ME: (drunken fool) “I live across the street!!!”
ALSO ME: “Hey… don’t you ever listen to anything other than Frank Sinatra?”
FRANK SINATRA: (sober smooth) “Heh heh….I do….but my wife, its her favorite. She’s been sick for awhile now and loves to hear Frank LOUD….So when I pull up (sliding hand vroom motion) to the building… I crank Frank! And then she knows I’m only minutes away from her”
ME: (simpleton) “That.. thats…That’s beautiful“ (and it is)
But really like, what does one say after that? Sick wife, loves Frank on blast?
I just turned my head slightly, all caught up in the feels and looked at my husband
HUSBAND: “What? ...Are you kidding me If I played your favorite (singing..loudly) Hell Satan! Welcome Year Zeeeeero!!!” (Hand motion, you know the one upheld like we do) the neighbors wouldn’t like it as much.”
ME: “Yessss! Do That!” (cackle laughing and heart eyed)
“FRANK SINATRA”: (backing away slowly, royalty hand wave) “It was nice to meet you, take care”
Then Frank was gone and it was time to pay for our garbage.
BUT….lessons were learned
Don’t ask questions, keep your mouth shut, don’t fuck with love and Hell Satan
Happy Valentine’s Day
