Hello Dolly

Hello Dolly

 “Hello Dolly” was stuck in my head.  That song from the old musical had played over and over in my brain for five days now. It was like having the “hic ups” that will not go away. All of a sudden I would find myself humming it or I would start outright singing it as I patrolled. I tried everything to get rid of it. I tried singing a different song to drive it out, but it just would not leave. “How the hell did I know all the words to this damn song?” I am not gay and do not listen to musicals. I can’t remember the last time I actually heard the horrible song.  I figured that it must be a memory from my childhood or something. My mother used to play this kind of music, but I never really paid much attention to it. Maybe it had penetrated into my subconscious mind.

Lately I had been waking up in the middle of the night to find it going through my brain. “Well, Hellooo Dolly, Yes, Hellooo Dolly. It’s so nice to have you back where you belong.” “Oh God, I must be going insane.”

I had begun to notice little things, strange little things. I was in the grocery store couple of days ago, just walking around with the damn song going through my head. I remember I was looking at the cans of sweet baby peas, when an older guy with a white beard strolled by pushing his cart. As he passed I could hear him humming “Hello Dolly” to himself. It freaked me out. Is this the beginning of “The night of the living dead” or something?...

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