Whilst shopping at lunchtime I approached HMV. I had timed it so that as I started to walk in, there was no music playing. Then as soon as I had stepped fully inside, a tune started:
Daaaah, da dahhhhh, da da da daaah da daaaaaah!
Yes, "Dancing Queen" blared through the in-store sound system. I felt like John Travolta entering a disco and wanted to jive down to the end of the shop, with one arm in the air. It was like they'd stared into my soul and begun to play the soundtrack of my life.
Groovy.
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