Sometimes, I go into a store, and I'm almost horrified at the music they're playing. Wendy's elicits this reaction in Steven, but I confess that I dig it, in a sort of nostalgic, Grandma-esque sort of way. I need my "easy (like sunday morning)"s sometimes. But the store where I find myself humming (ok, singing) along? Yeah, you guessed it. IKEA!
We were there in the self-serve section. Some lady needed our design taste to select a footstool, then some muscle to pull down her selection and put it in her cart. And the whole time we're standing there helping her, I can't help but bop along to the Weezer IKEA has chosen to enhance my shopping experience. Oooh, ooh, if you need a hand, ooh, oooh, then Steven's your man!