Sunday, October 31, 2004

I would buy myself a gray guitar and play

Last week, upon hearing Depeche Mode's "Policy of Truth" blasting though the P.A. speakers at her local Publix, Robin posted: "I couldn't understand why the stock guys and cashiers weren't sliding down the aisles on their knees a la a Fame break-out dance scene."

This morning I stopped at the Bruno's near my house to pick up bananas and something from the bakery for breakfast. While there, I heard Counting Crows' "Mr. Jones" on the P.A. That in itself is nothing special, as "Mr. Jones" is one of those crossover songs that fits into pretty much any format. However, as I walked toward the lone open register, I passed an aisle where the stock boys were dancing and singing along with gusto. It was pretty funny.

I didn't linger to watch, but I'm sure the next song, The Jets' "Crush on You," brought them to a screeching halt.

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