I don’t see this family singing “It’s a Small World” on their way back to the room.
We were in Las Vegas once, watching a Marshall Tucker Band concert, when we noticed a quite intoxicated redneck family next to us. What appeared to be the son in law said something to the older man in the sleeveless, flannel shirt. The man's face instantly wrinkled into a scowl, and he hit the son in law in the mouth hard enough to turn him a complete back flip. The was the end of the excitement, but they weren't singing when they left either. Son in law also wasn't whistling.
