A story that reinforces the fact that I should spend as little time as possible in public

I was at Micheal's, the walmart of art supplies, the other day, and unlike everyone else in that store, I was flying a space ship with my head. I was right and in search of something that I could make odd custom packaging for random sqrt CD's. I was on the prowl. The music sucks in those stores anyway, and I left my mp3 player in the car cause I thought I would only be a moment. Then my spaceship's navigation system went down and I got lost, in a store. The music still sucked. An then this came on:




Still not out of place for being in the middle of Kansas in the middle of a suburban strip mall (see Airport Rd in A-town for those of yall been there in the last few years). But then, two isles over, I heard a dude fucking whistling the song, getting into it. Freaked me out, so I made a B-line for the door, and on my way out, I heard another chick fucking singing this song like she was on American Idol. I mean, I thought she was about to cry. Freaked me out.

I wanna write songs with words, so when people hear them, they cry.