Music Stores

When I go to music stores, Noah, I don't use the department headers to figure out where my music is. I just look at the people in the section. The aisle with the guy with a mullet, jean jacket and faded baseball cap isn't for me. That's heavy metal. The aisle with the two African-American girls fighting isn't for me. That's the rap aisle (and its one remaining Lil Wayne CD). The aisle with the middle-age woman, though, might be for me. It's the same principle I use in supermarkets. The aisle with the middle-age women usually has the Citracal I'm looking for. It's much easier than asking Dwayne at the service desk.