9/5
I was just writing a to-do list for my Labor Day. As I dated it (I like specific dates for things), I started laughing as I thought of the song “9 to 5″ from the movie of the same name.
“Tumble outta bed and I stumble to the kitchen
Pour myself a cup of ambition
Yawnin’, stretchin’, try to come to life
Jump in the shower and the blood starts pumpin’
Out on the streets the traffic starts jumpin’
And folks like me on the job from nine to five….”
I remember one of my great friends calling me up and telling me that she was DONE with planning her wedding, that everyone was making her crazy. The final straw was her mother requesting that the band at the wedding play “9 to 5″….She told me that when she told her mother flat-out “No, 9 to 5 will not be played by the band on my wedding day…” her mother suggested that she was being very “bridey.” My friend told me “…and that was when my mother heard a dial tone.”
I have howled over that for many years now. Images of the bride and groom doing their first “dance” to it, one of them typing away on the typewriter, the other one pouring coffee, all the while in their matrimonial dress.
