and it breaks my heart, and it breaks my heart

[enthusiastick]

There is a gym where I work. Earlier when I visited the restroom I could hear music coming through the door to the showers and the gym. This is not unusual. However, on this occasion, rather than the typical hits of the eighties and nineties, the strands of Regina Spektor's Fidelity came wafting through the closed door.

The incongruity of this cannot be overstated.