Then I started coming home unhappy.
"What's the matter, Hank?"
I had to get drunk every night.
"It's the manager, Freddy. He has started whistling this song. He's whistling it when I come in in the morning and he never stops, and he's whistling it when I go home at night. It's been going on for two weeks!"
"What's the name of the song?"
"AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. I never did like that song."
"Well get another job."
"But keep working there until you find another job. We've got to prove to them that...."
"All right. All right!"
...something about the simplicity and vague description of the conversation that just reaches home to me.