I fucking hate the eight track tape line. I hate it. Where the hell do they get off talking to their patrons like that? The tone in which the woman says it is so demeaning… so condescending… she says it as if she knows me. As if she knows my life. As if she KNOWS my struggles. But no. She doesn’t. She doesn’t know me, and she doesn’t know whether or not I know what an eighth track tape looks like. Nonetheless, it relents. Every time I turn on my 70s easy listening playlist she’s there. Watching. Waiting. Mocking. And every time, she’s there to tell me that I don’t know what an 8 track tape looks like.
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