Dad's Bellowing Announcements

Much like I fancy myself a writer because I write on the internet, throughout life, my father often fancies himself a Radio Announcer. We could be anywhere and suddenly he will cup his hands around his mouth and bellow a grand announcement in a smooth, barritone radio personality voice.
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Oddly, there are no limits to his subject matter. It might be something of public interest or it might be something nobody can make any sense of whatsoever such as Grey Poupon or Columbian Coffee.
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One night Tom and I were outside walking as my father and brother were leaving town, weary after a full day of fishing. Dad centered his flashlight beam on me and Tom, leaned out his window and bellowed, "You must forfeit the grey poupon!" And they drove off into the night, gravel flying behind.
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Also during the grey poupon phase, we were several rows apart in an airplane and he kept yelling up to us (and all the passengers in between) "Pardon me, would you have any grey poupon?"
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Dad's most famous bellowing, however, actually made sense and was of a public safety nature. On a family vacation to New England in '78, we were riding high up in a ski lift chair, high above a mountain consisting of cart rides that resembled a dry bobsled ride. The carts had no steering capacity and each had one single, but effective, hand brake. (This was considered an extreme sport back then and very much the adventure)
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However, this one time, when we were up in the chair lift, there was a middle-age lady scared to death on the track and she refused to release her hand brake. (not pictured here - that's me in the photo) This woman rode down the whole mountain at a snail's pace with a growing line of people riding behind her, tailgating, smashing into her, wishing she'd go faster.
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As we went overhead in the lift, we could see it all clear while the people below couldn't really see what the hold up on the trail was and more and more people would jump in the cart and fly down the mountain only to crash into a pile of people. So dad cups his hands and leans over the lift's chair, "May I have your attention please!" The rest of the family scrunched down low in the chairlift, "There is a dingy chick on the track. Proceed with caution. I repeat: A Dingy Chick."
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By the way, today's dad's birthday. {{Cupping hands at mouth}} Happy Birthday, Dad! I repeat: Happy Birthday!
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