When I was an eensy meensy teensy little…schmeensy, and I heard the song that has a chorus “Every time you go away, you take a piece of me with you…” I thought they were actually saying “Every time you go away, you take a piece of Ming with you…”
I was curious why someone would take a vase every time they left, and also why someone would write a song about it and not seem at least a little bit irritated.
Oh well, I guess Bingo Jed had a light on.