I must say, I have been a fan for years. I can always count on you to provide a bit of entertainment during a long elevator ride, or an extended stay in a dentist waiting room. Your musical renditions often leave me stumped wondering "is this Backstreet Boys, or Elvis?" But you never fail to put a little ditty in my head. So, thank you for the years of enjoyment you have provided.
I do however have one tiny little bone to pick with you. Margaritaville?? Really? Sitting in the doctor's office for a record 4 minutes was a special treat, though you clearly set me up for 4 minutes of sheer emotional torture. You obviously have not been informed of the state college's required Pavlov-style course held every Thirsty Thursday and Friday evening. (Also held on Saturday and Sunday for those extra credit hogs).
No thanks to you, I was able refrain myself from shouting "Where's the salt? Where's the salt..." mainly because I was side tracked picturing the handful of seniors in the waiting area sitting on a bar, salt shakers in hand. You left me confused - no beer in hand, and nobody to sing with. In fact, I'm still a little discombobulated.
So, dear Musak industry... if you can, please refrain from playing Margaritaville Musak, and for goodness sake, do not - I repeat do not play Sweet Caroline.
Thank you.
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