I forgot where I live

So usually when we close the store at work whoever's in charge plays a CD over the intercom. Most of the time it is something horrific. For example....we had this CD we gave away for buying various cleaning products. It was supposed to cheer you up while you cleaned. The title of the CD is.... are you ready?

"Good Clean Fun".

It sucked. It had crap like the Barenaked Ladies and the B-52's on it. All this upbeat junk that I had to listen to at the end of my shift. Oh God, it was horrible. And it was played constantly. As an indication as to how much I hated this CD I googled it to try and find out what was on it and I typed in "Good Clean Gun", which is what I wish I had when I was force-fed that noise.

Anyway the musical selections have improved somewhat, although now there's an 80's CD that's made way too many appearances at closing time. So yesterday I decided to put together a mix of different stuff. I was operating under the assumption that if I put in a wide variety of music the CD would please everyone. So I put stuff like the Ramones, Pearl Jam, James Brown, Etta James, Tribe Called Quest, Johnny Cash, Santana, Sublime, The Temptations, Janis Joplin, some Puerto Rican music, The Beatles....all this different stuff. And people complained! There were some who kept telling me the whole CD should've been country. That's when I remembered where I was. Good Ole Tennessee! I was trying to expand some horizons, you know? Instead I felt like Prometheus (look it up). "I brought them something good... and this is the thanks I get!" It wasn't a total loss, though, not everyone hated it. Still, if they didn't like it they can go back to listening to "Good Clean Gun".

I mean "Fun".