Whistling

I’ve developed a habit lately that I haven’t really considered a bad habit until perhaps today. Whistling. Not whistling a tune. It’s usually just one piercing note, or perhaps a bird call (I specialize in bird sounds). My wife is constantly annoyed by it saying it’s a bad habit. I always told her that it wasn’t a bad habit, it was a good one, and then I’d whistle again.

Today I was having lunch with a friend and as the girl was ringing up my order I whistled. I didn’t even mean to, it just came out. I then mumbled something about how I sometimes do that. She pretended not to notice. And for a moment I felt silly. But just for a moment. Then, as I walked away, I whistled.