Once, back in my bookstore days of yore, I worked with a metalhead. We had a beat-up old CD player that we’d use while we were sorting books, and the rule was generally whoever cared enough to put on music got to pick it. We were pretty non-confrontational about that sort of thing. My coworker brought in CD after CD of metal. I’m not a fan, but it wasn’t bad to work to, so we worked to it. One day, he brought in a mix CD he’d made.
It was “Umbrella” by Rihanna. Every single track, the same song. No remixes. Just ‘ella, ‘ella, ‘ella, ‘ella.
We listened to it. For weeks.
‘Ella, ‘ella, ‘ella.