I thought Howard Dean was in the house

I was checking in for the first session of my writing class today when I heard a bizarre, high-pitched shriek. And then a wail, and the noise of an adult man chirping!

The woman who was taking my payment looked nonplussed. She explained that the building also hosted an Apostolic church service for the deaf, and that the pastor was "very enthusiastic" and didn't really realize (or care) that he was making those noises.