Sitting on my balcony, rehearsing “Eilt, ihr angfochtnen Seelen” for next week, and this drunk guy stumbles into the courtyard.

“Can I come through here?”
“Umm, you can come in and then go out again.”
“How do I get out?”
“Same way you came in.”
“Oh, right. Dude, you have a great singing voice.”
“Thanks.”
“I go back that way?”
“Yes.”
“Then what?”
“You can go either left or right.”
“Cool. Thanks. You have a great singing voice.”
“Thanks.”

He wanders back up the drive.

“Which way do I go?”
“Either left or right.”
“Yeah. Thanks. You can sing really good.”
“Thanks.”

And then he stumbles off into the night.