I heard a song I liked at the grocery store.

I'm walking down the snack food aisle, and as I pick up a box of Quaker Chewy Granola Bars, all of a sudden here's this song I like playing over the speakers. I started mouthing the words and singing along in my head to it since I knew all the lyrics and then I realized something...

I WAS AT FUCKING PUBLIX.

This makes me sad. I used to be so cool. Now I've been reduced to this. Here I am, enjoying the background music at Publix. I'm not even gonna tell you what song it was, because you'll point and laugh at me and my ego is feeling fragile enough as it is. If it was Billy Ocean's "Carribbean Queen" I would tell you right now, because that song is fucking awesome and you can shut the hell up if you don't think so. But it wasn't, so I'm not telling you.

I can see me doing this in 15 years when Gorillaz' "19-2000" is suddenly playing on the speakers at whatever Publix I'm shopping in. I've got my kids (named Broken Condom Maki [BCM for short] and She Said She Was Still On The Pill Maki [SSSWSOTPM for short]) in tow and I'm humming in my head, "get the cool, get the cool shoeshine..." And then I get home and write in my super-future-blog about how much I hate myself for liking the song I heard at the grocery store. Life is an endless cycle of disappointments, after all.