I walked past a nondescript storefront downtown today that sells karaoke supplies and “Private Karaoke Rooms.” I expect if I’d hung around long enough I would have seen furtive couples sneaking in there for a little daytime private karaoke.
Anonymous 1: “Hey! I got a private room. Let’s do some show tunes.”
Anonymous 2: “I’ve got a better idea. Let me show you my Smokey Robinson.”