Sixteen Tones

The receptionist let the man go ahead of the crowded waiting room, and all the patients looked very glad to see him get priority treatment.

“What’s the problem?” asked the doctor.

“I can’t stop singing.”

“I heard you in the waiting room. You know you’re also tone deaf?”

“No, but it would explain the looks people are giving me.”

“Well, how long has this been going on?”

“Last weekend. We went for a drive in the country, and I had this uncontrollable urge to sing The Green, Green Grass of Home. I saw a cat, and I sang What’s New, Pussycat at the top of my voice. Since then, I’ve been singing ll these old songs. Can’t stop. On the bus, at work, even in my sleep I was singing Delilah, and my wife insisted I get treatment.”

“Well, from what you’ve told me, it sounds like you have Tom Jones syndrome,” the doctor said, looking serious.

“I’ve never heard of it. Is it rare?”

“It’s not unusual.”