The customer's office was so cold I kept buying one hot drink after another, just so I can cup my hands round the warm glass, and by transference, cup my hands round my neck to thaw out. Drinking it was more a secondary function. In the midst of this, I heard the strains of an old song from my customer's radio, and it was Black's Wonderful Life. I smiled and impulsively did a google search on the lyrics of this song, and sang silently along. The rain poured on outside my window and somehow I didn't give a damn.