The Disabled Guy has this really annoying habit. Our son once went on a long road trip with him and said he did it every single time they passed a sign. So said Jason: "Do you know how many Cracker Barrels there are between here and North Carolina?"
I'm not positive, but I'd say a lot.
I get treated to this little symphony every time we go... well, anywhere. There's a Cracker Barrel restaurant in the next town. Today, I begged DG to go with me to Madison so I could take a photo of a billboard that two of my photos are on. (those are links, you can click them, we'll wait)... Along the way, we passed a few signs for Cracker Barrel. So, I got to hear the Cracker Barrel Symphony. A lot.
After the fourth time, I said something like: "At least you don't say it when you're alone."
I was met with dead silence. I looked over at him. He had a small, smirk-y smile.
"Oh, God. You say it even when you're alone."
DG: "No... [stifles a snicker]... I don't."
Me: "You do. You actually shout out 'Cracker BARREL' when you're driving some place alone."
DG: "I do not." And then he couldn't stifle his laughter.
Yes. He does. He shouts "Cracker BARREL!" when he's alone in the truck.
And now to give you a taste of it, enjoy this short video of me trying to get him to say it so I could record it and move along in my blog-writing. Enjoy the view of part of the Wall of Awesome.
Also worth noting, while on this trip to and from Madison, he sang along to this song- sang every single word.