When your immune system is way below normal, as mine is as a side effect of the treatment I’m getting, handwashing is extremely important. One simple way to time things to make sure you lather for the recommended 20 seconds is to sing “Happy Birthday to You” twice.
Simple–and, after a while, incredibly, profoundly annoying.
After I started feeling like I’d got stuck in the “Small Small World” ride at Disney, only with soap instead of animatronic multicultural moppets, my boyfriend mentioned that he used another song. Bingo. Now I’m on a mission to have as large a variety of handwashing songs as possible. One favorite is “Let It Be.” I have the Aretha Franklin version in my head, but I think it’s basically the same tempo as the Beatles version that is probably in your head.
You can go with either of the two following segments:
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When I find myself in times of trouble,
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom: Let it be.
And in my hour of darkness,
She is standing right in front of me
Speaking words of wisdom: Let it be.
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And when the night is cloudy
There is still a light that shines on me
Shine until the morrow: Let it be
I wake up to the sound of music
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom: Let it be.
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Actually, you can start rinsing during the last three words.
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I’m not sure why it’s called “Kabob,” as there are no sticks involved, but it sure is tasty. And, at this point, the guy in the truck recognizes me and puts on two gloves so he won’t absent-mindedly backhand the foil with his ungloved hand before he puts my gyros into it.