A friend of mine was working the floor at a newly opened Macy's out in the suburbs many years back. It was near the holiday season, and for background music, they apparently only had one or two seasonal CDs, one of which was Barbra Streisand's first Christmas album. So it got played. And played. Repeatedly.
So when I was in the supermarket yesterday and heard Babs's hyper-frenetic version of "Jingle Bells" come over the wire, I thought of him and couldn't stop smiling.