Vintage! If you were born in 1976 that is.....

I get off work this morning at 8am-ish (after a painful 12 hour shift), and decide to go for groceries on the way home (without a screaming, squirming toddler on my hands). The grocery store for once was blissfully quiet, and I could get through the aisles without waiting for some ass-hat to move their cart that is parked in the middle of an aisle while they peruse the pickles. For once I could hear the music that plays on the intercom and was quite amused by the play list: 

• 99 Luftbaloons (or 99 Red Balloon's) - Nena 
  
• Every Breath You Take - The Police (Dad! swears Sting music follows him around, I think the bugger is stalking me too....) 
  
• Whip It - Divo 
  
• Puttin' on the Ritz - Taco (ironically playing while I was in the cracker aisle)
  
• Man in the Mirror - Michael Jackson
• Hangin' Tough - NKOTB 
  
• Land of Confusion - Genesis (again ironically playing while I was attempting to find the Fig Newtons - which for some reason were in health food since they have figs in it and NOT in the cookie aisle) 
  
• Red Red Wine - UB40 
  
• Baby Don't Forget My Number - "Milli Vanilli" 
  
• Little Red Corvette - Prince (as I was leaving to go to my little green VW in the parking lot). 
  

I really only went to the grocery store for a few vegetables and some juice and yet I walked out with 5 bags and 80$ poorer. 

Dad! has always said that if you are at a wedding or party that sucks, put on the eighties tunes and people will dance and make asses out of themselves. For me I think the vintage music makes me spend money on groceries (and I will dance like an ass-hat for a glass of wine or less, so the eighties music isn't necessary).

Conspiracy maybe?