My doctor and I were talking about Christmas and caroling.
Me: Yeah, someone asked me to go caroling with them.
Her: Oh, really, you are a singer?
Me: No, they just want me to go caroling.
Her: I didn’t know you were a singer.
Me: Me? No. They just want people to go caroling. We used to do that when I was a kid.
Her: You’ve been a singer since you were a kid? Wow!
Me: Yeah, I’m not a singer. Unless you count Frank Sinatra when I’m alone in the car.
Her: We need a singer like you in our church choir.
Me: See, well, I’m not a singer.
Her: I’m glad you sing. People need to sing more.
Me: Right, I don’t sing. I mean…I’m not a singer…at all…except in the car…you know…Frank Sinatra.
Her: You sing in the car to warm up?
Me: Are we done here?