Last night while at the bank machine, an older gentleman and what can be presumed to be his son were next to me at the other bank machine. This is what I heard (and typing this doesn’t do it justice…I have to sing it to you in person…)
Gentleman: “You get to hold the Magic Cheese Bag!”.
Moments pass…
Gentleman: “Magic cheese bag, Magic cheese bag…(singing)…”
At this point I couldn’t help but look at them and sure enough, there’s his son holding this bag of cheese curds with his head hung low out of total embarassment.
Gentleman: “Taking the money out of the machine…(singing)…”
Hilarious. This guy must have been high on his cheese curds. Or the…magic cheese curds?