Take this morning as an example, as I dropped my son off at his day-care:
Me [to the day care lady]: "Hey, how are ya?"
Her: "Hi. Not bad, I can't complain."
Me: " Sorta like Joe Walsh."
Her [confused look]: "I'm sorry?"
Me: "You know, like Joe Walsh. From the Eagles. Well, this was after the Eagles. And after Barnstorm. And, of course, a long time after the James Gang."
Her: "I'm not sure what you mean..."
Me: "Yeah, you know: [half-singing] 'I can't complain, but sometimes I still do.' He was making fun of himself, saying he is living the good life and shouldn't complain, but still does."
Her: "I think I've heard that song. Maybe."
Me [at this moment, recognizing the awkwardness]: "It's a fun song..."
And I turned an high-tailed it out as fast as possible.
Turn it up. Loud! Have a great Tuesday, and don't complain.