We were on our 6 hour drive from Newberry to Macomb on Christmas Eve listening to some Christmas tunes. Ben took over driving after lunch and I was sitting in the passenger seat with my eyes closed to shield the brightness of the sun reflecting off the snow covered surroundings.
Christmas Canon by the Trans-Siberian Orchestra quietly begins playing on the radio. About 8 bars in, just as the violins begin playing, Ben makes a sound. It sounds like he's clearing his throat or trying to hack something up. This isn't especially odd since we're both recovering from a splendid pre-Christmas cold.
About 2 seconds later he makes the same sound, but at this point I am looking at Ben, prepared to offer him a tissue. This time I notice as Ben softly clears his throat, his cheeks puff out more than a typical throat clear would. Before I can say anything a third soft cough comes a couple seconds after the previous one.
"What are you doing???" I ask this as if he's crazy, which is pretty common around us because he acts a little nuts fairly often.
Ben looks over at me as he makes his fourth soft hack and says very matter-of-factly (making me sound crazy for even asking), "It's a Christmas cannon."
This is when I realize he isn't clearing his throat but making soft booming cannon noises like a five-year old kid play war. I guess the boredom of the long drive caused him to take the "Canon" portion of the title literally and provide a little comedy to our trip.
Too funny!
2 comments:
I just happened to check your blog today, and found Christmas Cannon. Too funny. I guffawed loudly in the office and then had to explain myself. You just raised my spirits on an otherwise cold and snowy morning. Thanks
Haha! I can definitely imagine this scene...just another episode of the Benandra Applak show! :)
BTW: if you're blaming the "boredom of the long drive" for the crazy cannon noises, what are we blaming the "does this make my hair look purple?" comment on? ;) Ahahaha!
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