At work, I’m allowed to play my MP3 player, as long as it’s “work-safe.”
I’m starting to learn, though, that I can’t always trust my instincts. Or my memories. Or my musical tags.
The other day, I figured I’d play through my Devo collection. That oughta be nice and harmless, right?
Silly me. I had forgotten about “I Need A Chick.”
That was worse than the time I put on Jimmy Buffett, and a woman walked in with her small children just as “Why Don’t We Get Drunk And Screw” started up.
But recently, I dodged the biggest bullet of all.
My boss is a bit of a country fan (how bad is he? Well, last week he asked “Jay, what in hell are we listening to?” and I had to tell him about “Bohemian Rhapsody.” But I digress…), so I went to the “genre” setting and fired up “Contemporary Country.”
And we were promptly serenaded with the musical stylings of one David Allan Coe.
I don’t think I’ve ever moved that fast at work…