Sometimes, you think you know which way a conversation is going. Then, you hear something that surprises you. A former co-worker, talking to his girlfriend on the phone, said, "I'm sorry that you're sick. I'll sing something to comfort you." I thought, "He's probably going to sing something soft and soothing to her." Instead, I heard him sing, "Do, do, do, do, do, do, do; do-do-do, do, do," and then tell her, "I'm not sure why I chose 'Low Rider' by War."
"Whatever works," I thought. "Hopefully, hearing an unexpected version of 'Low Rider,' because it was so unlikely, made her feel at least a little better. It's incongruous, but maybe it was so unexpected, it moved her--or amused her, at least."
