Tuesday, January 18, 2005
The Streak Ends....
at 6. A good run. For the past six times that I have eaten at this one sandwich shop nearby my office (between the months of October and January), I have heard Michael McDonald! That truly is astonishing if you think about it. The store has some smooth jazz station piped in that is absolutely terrible except for the pristine moments McD is jammin this "juke" joint. I can even throw them a curve ball and show up at 1:15 and still...McD comes through clear as a bell with a "Shine Sweet Freedom" or "Yah Mo B There". Every time for the past six visits!
Today I walked in and immediately knew that something wasn't right. I'm hearing "Hold On" by Wilson Phillips! What in the holy hell? Are there new workers that don't know the protocol? Did they see me coming and were sick of my singing out loud on top of the table with my shirt off bearing my McBUD tat, thus forcing them to change the station as I was walking through the parking lot?! Why did they break routine?
Well they broke routine in a bold manner by blasting another station. B-mutherfuckin-98.5 FM. The station you listen to in ATL when you are trying to get a 60+ year old in bed with you (yet also the one I listened to a lot while trying to think of good cover songs to release on Tittania!). Thinking to myself while I was sitting there, bewildered: "This sandwich factory is going down today. Hard. If they are going to "KEEP FORGETTIN'" to play some MCD when I roll up, then I might just "TAKE IT TO THE STREETS" and "KEEP FORGETTIN'" to come here for lunch." I mean I think I had a justifiable reason to be pissed, right? In mid lunch, reading some literature...no McD...they play...."Man! I feel like a Woman!" by Shania...I take a sip of my drink...no McD...they play..."Young Turks" by Rod Stewart...amazing song, just no McD. So finally I had to concede, I gather my things and head towards the door.
I left the store not feeling as full as normal.
I left the store - hungry, and crying like a litte bitch.
at 6. A good run. For the past six times that I have eaten at this one sandwich shop nearby my office (between the months of October and January), I have heard Michael McDonald! That truly is astonishing if you think about it. The store has some smooth jazz station piped in that is absolutely terrible except for the pristine moments McD is jammin this "juke" joint. I can even throw them a curve ball and show up at 1:15 and still...McD comes through clear as a bell with a "Shine Sweet Freedom" or "Yah Mo B There". Every time for the past six visits!
Today I walked in and immediately knew that something wasn't right. I'm hearing "Hold On" by Wilson Phillips! What in the holy hell? Are there new workers that don't know the protocol? Did they see me coming and were sick of my singing out loud on top of the table with my shirt off bearing my McBUD tat, thus forcing them to change the station as I was walking through the parking lot?! Why did they break routine?
Well they broke routine in a bold manner by blasting another station. B-mutherfuckin-98.5 FM. The station you listen to in ATL when you are trying to get a 60+ year old in bed with you (yet also the one I listened to a lot while trying to think of good cover songs to release on Tittania!). Thinking to myself while I was sitting there, bewildered: "This sandwich factory is going down today. Hard. If they are going to "KEEP FORGETTIN'" to play some MCD when I roll up, then I might just "TAKE IT TO THE STREETS" and "KEEP FORGETTIN'" to come here for lunch." I mean I think I had a justifiable reason to be pissed, right? In mid lunch, reading some literature...no McD...they play...."Man! I feel like a Woman!" by Shania...I take a sip of my drink...no McD...they play..."Young Turks" by Rod Stewart...amazing song, just no McD. So finally I had to concede, I gather my things and head towards the door.
I left the store not feeling as full as normal.
I left the store - hungry, and crying like a litte bitch.
