This would be day three of the Macarena of all things playing on repeat in my head, whenever I enter a shop, whenever I turn on a radio. It was very nearly endearing the first couple of hours, but I'm afraid the escalation would be some sort of flash mob of people singing and doing the dance if I were to leave the house today, so I'm staying home and making tea blends.
Persephone, if I start humming it, throw something at me.