The Fork Should Always Be On the Left

We were well into our meal when I finally asked the waitress if anyone else had noticed that Frank Sinatra had now sung Come Fly With Me about 800 times since we sat down. She gave me one of those bright brainless smiles that emanate from everyone I talk to about ambient music. Loosely translated, it means "What music?" There must be a gene for being able to turn off surround sound. But she was gracious enough to disappear behind a magic curtain, and abruptly Norah Jones began to sing Come Away With Me, Come Away With Me, Come Away....