Where Did You Come From, Where Did You Go… Sound’s On Now, Thanks To Joe

I went to a local bar to watch the College World Series final. There’s no sound on the TV.

Bartender: “We can’t play the sound for the game because more patrons want to play the jukebox than watch the game.”

There are about twelve people in the bar total, including my party of four. This seems silly, seeing as how it’s a sports bar and there aren’t any other major sporting events occurring at the same time as this game.

I decide that since the patrons want the jukebox, the jukebox is what they’ll get. 

I cue up the “Cotton Eyed Joe” by Rednex, six times in a row, and pay the extra to bump it to the front of the queue.

After the first play-through, the jukebox skips to a different song. I call the manager over.

Me: “You need to refund our jukebox money since you won’t play our song.”

Manager: “I’d rather listen to Cotton Eyed Joe six times than refund the money.”

He comes back a few minutes later, hands us $13 cash to cover the songs, and turns on the sound for the baseball game. Turns out his patrons didn’t want to listen to the jukebox that badly after all.