Go With The Music Like Everyone Else

, , | Right | October 15, 2019

(In a popular local bar I like to visit, there is a separate public karaoke room. The karaoke machine is used through a touch screen on the wall next to the stage, which is just a small elevation on the floor. It’s a self-service machine: you select a song, enter your nickname, and press “okay.” The four upcoming nicknames are then shown on the big screens where the karaoke videos play. Because there is no karaoke jockey, people sometimes tamper with the machine to jump the queue. A woman I’ve seen doing this many times before walks into the karaoke room. Despite her audacity, I’ve always acted friendly towards her and this has frustrated me. I’m male and a customer.)

Woman: *noticing me* “Hey, long time no see.”

(She walks up beside me and wraps her other hand around me for a hug.)

Me: *acting friendly* “Hello again.”

(The woman goes to the karaoke screen and enters a spot for herself in the queue. Then, she leaves the room. During the performance, just before my turn, she comes back in and walks straight to the screen. She’s touching the queue part of the screen, so I walk up to her.)

Me: “What are you doing?”

Woman: *mumbles something, trying to jump the song to the next one on the screen*

Me: “Don’t touch that. The guy is still singing.”

Woman: “I just want to sing.”

Me: “Which spot is yours?”

Woman: *pointing a spot in the queue* “That one. I just want to sing.”

(There is still some four spots in the queue before hers, including mine. I take notice of her nickname.)

Me: “You will get to sing when it’s your turn.”

Woman: “But I don’t want to wait. I want to sing now.”

Me: “You will wait your turn like everyone else.”

Woman: “I’ll be quick about it. I just sing and then I leave.”

(The previous song is ending. The woman selects her song from the queue and is about to make that to play next. I’ve had enough.)

Me: “It is my turn next. If you try to jump the queue, I will have you removed from this bar.”

(The woman is dumbfounded and just looks at me. The previous song has ended, so I hop to the center stage and grab a mic. She’s about to say something.)

Me: “I’m serious. Remember what I said. I will have you removed.”

(I start my performance. The woman tries to come up with something to say, but gives up and walks out the room, beaten. Later, the woman comes back for her spot. She’s conversing with other people and doesn’t notice that it is her turn.)

Me: “Hey, it’s your turn. Weren’t you [Nickname]?”

(I had to call her twice before she noticed. She got her spot, but I don’t think she’ll come to hug me anymore.)

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