Afternoon Delight

I went to Wal-Mart today.  I know, I know!  But I did it anyway and I'll just have to live with myself.  As we were walking in I glanced at the wizened, angry face of the Wal-Mart greeter (I rarely look them in the eye for fear of being turned to stone) and noticed that he was singing along to something on the radio.  I listened, and heard, "... sparks ignite, and the thought of rubbin' you is getting so exciting."

Now, I always feel a touch unclean when I leave Wal-Mart, but after viewing the world's second or third angriest Wal-Mart greeter singing along to the Starland Vocal Band (it is apparently possible to be angry and sing Afternoon Delight, didn't know that), I felt positively soiled.  I couldn't even use the same door

And now, of course, I can't get the song out of my head.  I've been singing this stupid song all afternoon and I'm quite alarmed at how much of the song I know.  But the worst part is that I've spread this terrible virus to my four year old.  In the midst of all of her singing and dancing and princess-ing (if you've seen her do it, you know it's a verb) I distinctly heard, "skyrockets in flight, afternoon delight."

Ugh.