Squiggle and I are strolling through a park, and I am singing Daisy Bell to him. As I near the end of the song, we approach a middle-aged woman, who is walking briskly in the opposite direction. She suddenly stops dead in her tracks and stares, dumbfounded, as I belt out the last few words.
Woman: Were … were you just singing “Bicycle Built For Two?”
Me: Yes.
Woman: Oh my God. My name is Daisy. My great-grandmother used to sing that song to me when I was a little girl, and I don’t think I’ve heard anyone else sing it in, like, forty years! How do you know the words? Did someone sing it to you when you were a child?
Me: Ahhhh, no. It’s the song HAL 9000 sings as he dies.