You interrupt his songs to speak to him
"Sir? I hate to inturupt you, but could you tell me where I
am?" you say.
He kindy tells you that you are.....
You don't want to disturb his time with someone you assume is his
daughter, but you simply must know who he is, and where you are. You
walk up to the man, who is a big, burly, hairy man. He turns and stops
his song as you lightly tap his shoulder.
