A couple of weeks ago was my boss's birthday. I took him to lunch at the place of his choosing, which turned out to be a Scottish pub in the heart of downtown Savannah (along with a boatload of other people from the office). Since parking was scarce, several of us rode in one car. There were 5 legal assistants riding in this car. The radio was playing, and the above song came on the radio.
You would have thought we were a bunch of teenaged girls. Everyone singing Doobie Brothers at the top of our lungs, giggling at the tourists and having a generally wonderful time.
I think we should do that more often.
(And the pub was delicious as well, fish & chips, mmmmmmmmm....)