You know what's jarring? You're listening to your iPod--some Pearl Jam, Led Zeppelin, Beatles, etc--rock music, essentially, and then blaaaaamo: "Why do birds suddenly appear every time you are near? Just like me, they long to be, close to you."
Yes, the Carpenters. I do like the Carpenters, I really do. I think Karen Carpenter has the voice of an angel, alright? She just sounds so beautiful and heartbreaking and all that stuff.
But there is most definitely a time and a place for the Carpenters, and I'm not sure that immediately following Pearl Jam is one of them. I can't really think of what time and place calls for the Carpenters (though I used to LOVE to surreptitiously slip a Carpenters CD into the player at the Music Info desk when I worked at the bookstore, just to see the looks on my male co-workers faces [I was the only female in the music department, I believe] when 'Close to You' started. Or on a Saturday night, when I was alone in music, I would put it on and pretend that I could sing just like Karen Carpenter, at the top of my lungs. I'm telling you, customers liked it when the staff went around singing.), but I promise you, there is a time.
Also, and this is completely unrelated and really, really gross, but you know what else is jarring? To realize that even though you're sort of in your own little compartment in a fitting room, farting in one isn't a good idea, after you've already done it. And here's why: because no matter how long you're in there, someone else has to come get the clothes you've left in there, and it's really just not very nice to leave them a big stinking present. So...um yeah, I'm sorry, women (and one man) who works at that women's clothing chain store at that mall I went to yesterday. I'll never fart in a fitting room again. Or maybe it's that I'll TRY not to fart in a fitting room again. Whoops.
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