To the man in the blue hat, tapping

The WaWa line was enough to play in traffic this morning, nevermind the sore throat and the fever and the can't-talk-without-tripping-on-phlegm thing we have going on. But you, Mr. Blue Hat, you kind of actually saved the day.

See, we missed the whole Beatles invasion, with the screaming and the fainting and the panty-tossing and what not. But you clearly didn't, Mr. Blue Hat Guy.

We know this mainly because you seemed soothed by the soft sounds of the WaWa station. And whenever the chorus hit, you were quick to sing along.

"Love, love me do," you sort of whispered. "(You didn't know the words) ... (humming a bit, still no words) ... (and BIG finish) LOVE ME DO." All the while, your right foot tapped along like you were Ringo.

Instead of longing to shove out quart water bottle up your ass, we secretly sang along with you. In our heads, of course. Out loud? More phlegm.

Now if we were caffeinated and sucking down the coffee like most days, we'd still be b*tching about you holding up the line by counting out your change when you got to the counter instead of before, but you get a pass for bringing the Beatle cheer.