Whenever I am out and about during the summer in San Diego, whether at the beach or in any crowded space, I like to whistle Christmas songs. I like the way people are just ignoring the rude guy who walks around whistling loudly, until they suddenly realize that something is wrong, but haven’t figured out what exactly it is yet.
I am often amazed at how long it takes some people to figure it out.
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Nothing bugs me more than someone whistling! For me it’s like fingernails on achalkboard
I am a really good whistler… I am like whistler’s mother… HA!
I actually sing Christmas songs all year ’round
A sign of brilliance
ha! I sing Xmas songs in summer as well. Ha!
Birds of a feather
I don’t think there is anything wrong with whistling Christmas songs in summer. Now, if you were to drive around in a reindeer-powered sleigh…
If I could afford one.