On a random visit to my neighborhood Staples, I was perusing the computer paper section when I noticed some singing coming from behind me. I turned to look at who was serenading the paper aisle and saw an elderly couple, who appeared to be in their late seventies, standing about a foot apart from one another. They looked at each other and sang in some foreign language at a medium volume. They would sing for about ten seconds, giggle like school children for a few moments, then begin singing again. I glanced around to see if anyone else noticed what was happening, but no one in the store was looking in our direction. It took me five minutes to make my paper selection because I was too distracted by the singing and laughing. I only worked up the courage to cast quick stares at them from my peripheral vision, so I could not tell if these people were genuine bull goose loonies or just an old couple having a good time messing with the clientele at Staples. Either way, it took all of my energy to suppress a vigorous laugh. As I climbed into the car, I hoped my future wife would be goofy enough to stand in the corner of Staples with me and sing songs when we are wrinkly.