I happened to shower beside Christine (not this
Christine but this
one) at the gym. Perhaps she was singing because she had a date with Raoul or maybe she was just having a happy morning. Kudos to her for sharing her talent
so openly with everyone... that is until I had the urge to whistle "Memories" from Cats. After suppressing that urge, I suddenly had every single
Andrew Lloyd Webber* song that I knew floating around my head.
Damn you pseudo-Christine and damn you Mr. Webber for ruining my Tuesday morning.
*Warning: Disturbing Image that IS work safe.