So I'm listening to Sufjan Stevens. And it reminds me of a time when, working overnights at My Favourite Multi-national Corporation Ever, I said something about him (in conjunction with my love of banjo) and this girl who worked there laughed at me and told me, "It's pronounced Soof-YAWN."
Overall, she was an okay kid. But I couldn't help noticing what an elitist she was. And while noticing that, I couldn't help noticing that she still worked overnights at My Favourite Multi-national Corporation Ever. It just makes me wonder what she's gonna get out of life. Because no matter how great we are at superciliously pronouncing obscure musicians' names to undereducated peons such as myself, we're still both poor and tired and scanning in signs that over-zealously inform shoppers that, for a limited time only, they can save twelve cents on this unnecessary purchase!
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