There was a little rock ‘n’ roll diner near Chelsea’s college, and her parents often stopped there after taking Chelsea back. Each booth had an individual jukebox, filled with songs from the 60s and 70s.
They were eating their burgers there one Labor Day weekend when a song from their youth started to play. The angry lyrics went “…and the sign said, you got to have a membership card to get inside…” and several aging baby boomers from all around the diner made that Huh! sound in unison. A nice moment of community, then they all resumed eating their lunches.
[Sorry I forgot to post a story yesterday–I was in airports or airplanes most of the day. If you like stories like this, check out Stolen Postcards, available here.