I’ve always been a whistler. Always, though it frequently drives my wife, my boys, and my co-workers — even, ironically, me — nuts.
Actually, maybe I should rephrase that: I’d always considered myself a whistler. Until the day I heard this for the first time:
My folks listened to Roger Whittaker religiously when I was growing up. Especially on Fridays, when we did the majority of our housecleaning. So many fond memories. (Yes, I like housecleaning. Does that make things awkward between us?)
It’s just flat-out absurd.