Pam and I were at the annual NAMI Walk southeast of Grand Rapids. The walk was over and things were wrapping up. The DJ was still playing music over the P.A.

I walked over and asked him if he could play Wicked Game by Chris Isaak. This is a great song for dancing a rumba – a slow, Latinish dance. The DJ told me that he didn’t have the song and wasn’t in a position to download it.

Oh well, I thought, I guess we’ll do a rumba some other day.

About half an hour later, I hear Wicked Game over the P.A. anyway. I guess the DJ had busted a gut and gotten the song for me after all.

I walked over to Pam, interrupted her conversation with somebody or other, and told her that we had to dance. She didn’t resist.

Four minutes and forty-seven seconds of slow, Latinish dancing later, we’re thanking the DJ for playing the song.

Later, as we’re driving home, I told Pam about how I’d asked the DJ to play the song earlier but he didn’t have it and that he must’ve dug it up some other way.

That’s when Pam told me that she’d spoken to the DJ since then and that he’d ratted me out and told her of my involvement in the song.

Communication is key, I guess.