Originally Posted by lefty
That sounds personal.
In my job as a yoot I worked in an automotive machine shop, building race car engines and so forth. Loved the place, but the owner insisted on listening to a radio station called 'The Hawk' which seemed to have a rotation of about 20 songs and one of them was Maggie May. It seemed like Guantanamo level torture after some time.
My wife thinks it's very strange that I sing along to an incredible amount of songs that I claim to hate. It's due to my Pavlov style conditioning.