I recall a time in my past, in Straight, when I stood up to gab during lunch. I started talking about something and accidently mentioned the name:
......MICHAEL JACKSON.........
Then like the roar of monsoon a resounding....
COOOOOO COOOOOO CHHEEEEEE CHHEEEEEE!!!! coming from over a hundred strong phasors in THX surround sound. (You can't SAY that!!!!)
Only if I could've gone back in time.... "Tito!!! Jermaine!!! Janet!!! Ms. Jackson if you are NASTY!!!! Hoooooooo!!!!! "
(as I do the awesome Michael Jackson leg kick, the oldcomers faces contort angrily and silently curse me like I am Dustin Hoffman in the movie The Graduate. I jump up and grab a blue chair, grab a beautiful female staff member, as I fend off phasors with the blue chair. The beautiful female staff member and I moonwalk our way out the back door as I prop the blue chair up to the door to stop abruptly the momentum of the oldcomers in hot pursuit as they slam hard into the door as one collective, chaotic, prehistoric lifeform. Tweety Birds fly swirling around their smarting noggins saying "coo coo, chee chee". We run away giggling, kicking, and saying HO! and catch a city bus full of old people. We elope and live happily ever after.)
That's how I should've done the day I said Michael Jackson and got coo coo chee cheed in Straight Atlanta in 1989 during lunch.
Who's bad?