Yesterday, I decided to stop in Banana Republic (yes, I shop there; I can sometimes find worthwhile work clothing there on the sale rack...and I admit, sometimes full price) over lunch. I was just going to check out a sale on dresses they had going. When I stepped in, I noticed the music--a song I've heard a few times and really like. Stereotypical music for the store, but it's cool I like this one. I make a beeline for the dresses. They're ho-hum, but there were some full-priced ones near the entrance that I like, so I head in that direction. Then...a new song. I have never heard it before and I hope to never hear it again. It sounded like a duet between a college-age Thurston Howell III and a cheerleader about to faint over a somewhat disco-y beat. I hustle out of there, not stopping to look at a damned thing.
Later, I've missed my bus and have to wait for the next one, so I kill some time and stop in Ann Taylor. I mention that I'm glad the music is decent in the store. I explain my earlier experience at BR, describing the song exactly as above, and the girl selling me the belt I've been coveting for a while (at 30% off!), grimaces. "Yeah, I know exactly what you're talking about! We've played it in here before. It's awful, but there's nothing we can do about it--corporate stream."