Hang on Sloopy

I was sitting in the local bar tonight and I played some songs on the jukebox from the sixties and early seventies. A guy, less than half my age, came up to the jukebox while my songs were playing. He leaned towards me and asked me if my songs were about done. I said yes, and I suspected he thought my songs sucked. Something about my expression must have made him volunteer he liked my songs.

He put his money in the jukebox.

After my songs finished, the first song he played was "Hang on Sloopy" by the McCoys.

Yikes.