Dave's not here, man

At a pre-CIT tryout pizza bonanza the restaurant at which we were eating was having a kareoke night. This is normally fine as some Doylestown business folks have fine voices, but due to location, this event was mostly occupied by Semi-Inebriated Italian Ex-Pats and Del Val College Hippies.  During a particularly dissonant duet I got fed up and peaked by head around the bar and yelled “pitch doesn’t average!” My hope sunk in my chest when the semi-stoned man replied “yeah, I like that song.”