"Kilroy. Kilroy. KILROY!"

[phosfate]

I was just in the Post Office, buying stamps, and "Mr. Roboto" came on the radio. I couldn't fill out the check because I was laughing so hard.

Also, now the Postmaster hates me, because it turns out Styx is his second-favorite group ever and he's seen them in concert five times.

This morning, when I was in the basement buying soda, "Xanadu" was playing.

These sorts of incidents are why people buy handguns.