There are men sitting on the steps of the homeless shelter across the street from my office window, and every now and then I catch snippets of their conversation:

[Two newcomers walk down the street to join the group.]
“Now there’s a pair that beats a full house!”
[This is a phrase I used to hear when I worked at the lumber company.]

A: [Singing] “Take me down to the…”
B: “Put up the volume, put up the volume.”
A: [Singing] “Won’t you please take me home…”
B: “Now, remember now, people sing on the street.”

A: “I got my money, I got my money.”
B: “Oh, shut up.”

(I’m trying to write this week’s sermon, and it is not going well. I had to write these snippets down to get them out of my inner ear, in order to concentrate on hearing the sermon.)