GET OFF MY LAWN! or: Yes, I Really Want To Hurt You
every time, actually
This is every supermarket day since the late nineties for me.
In fact, it's to the point now that the only time I'm not hearing hits of the eighties and nineties is when I'm at the Indian import store. Even My Thanh, the pan-Asian megamarket, is club remixes of the Dreamgirls soundtrack.
I can't take feeling this old, particularly knowing that all the music I remember from the first time around wasn't at all popular back then. It's a little infuriating, when I think about it for too long.
QUIT WITH THE PSYCHEDELIC FURS WHILE I'M IN THE FROZEN FOOD SECTION! I MEAN IT!