Please stop singing at me.

So I'm not at all a proponent of the separation of church and state, but recently I have stumbled upon a situation that has given me pause.
Before we go any further, I want to emphasize that I also don't believe in calling anyone out by name unless it is behind their back, and as I doubt she gets regular email alerts every time this particular blog is updated due to its somewhat benign and, if we are being honest with ourselves, some would certainly say, almost bijou-like  readership, (bijou being the word o' the day on my desk calendar and probably meaning something other than what I think it means) something...something...lost my train of ...

Anyway, her name is Rita Crouch and she lives here in north Austin if you want to look her up.  Here is what she does.

She sings in her church choir and will often, frequently, daily, and all the time sing in the workplace.  And, I didn't really have a problem with it when it was soft humming to a gospel tune in her head.  But, now it has morphed into singing along with the quite secular Muzac being played throughout the office and let me tell you, it is awkward, man.  Ok? Get that part down, because it's important.  I just freeze, and simply do not know what to do or how to act when she is "rippin' up" Fleetwood Mac just two desks down.  And, not just the hits either, she knows the deep tracks.

I feel like protocol dictates, the first time at least, that I smile and nod my head at her as if to say, "yes, you have been blessed with the voice of an angel and the choir director was absolutely in the wrong when he abruptly and egregiously (yesterday's word) gave your solo away to the youth director's niece", but after repeated instances of swaying, oscillating, and even occasional eye contact during the set list, I don't feel I have any responsibility to acknowledge said performance for fear of my actions being mistaken as a sign of approval and cause for encouragement.  (My writing coach says my sentences are long and clunky.)

In fairness, it is not as awkward as the public breast-feeding that goes on in our cafeteria, but everyone knows Bob just does it for attention and at least he doesn't make eye contact.