Junk

In my vacation city, there's a guy who walks around downtown playing the sax. He looks like Urkel, and stares directly at you while he's playing, as if he's looking for a reaction. Challenging you with his song selection.

When we left the baseball game, he was across the street, playing themes from classic TV shows. As we passed, he segued seamlessly from "Gilligan's Island" into "Sanford and Son."

When we walked out of the bar, he was there, on the corner, playing the theme from "Sanford and Son" once more.

We made a right at the corner and walked down the block, but the lounge we wanted was dead. So we swung all the way around the square and approached him again.

And he ended "When the Saints Go Marching In" to give us another go 'round of "Sanford and Son" as we went by.

Should I be concerned?