I always knew he liked Coldstone

A little over a year ago, a dear friend of mine passed away. At least, I am sure that Michael Jackson and I would be friends if we met. Around the time of his passing we at Coldstone were all very shaken. At night we would wear one latex-free glove in honor of his memory. Like the rest of the world we dusted off our old records and played his hits intermixed with today's excuses of good music.

I do not have an Ipod or any sort of MP3 player. I know that I should probably get with the times but I have this things where I can not stand spending money.
Ipod=Money=Cyndi not having an Ipod.
I was lucky however, for a time when my sister left the country and left her Ipod in my care. I made a Coldstone playlist with Michael Jackson along with other not-so-important songs.
Whenever we had a slow time without customers we, as a crew, would talk about Michael Jackson. This is when his songs would come.
Reasonably, I assumed the only assumption that could be made, Michael Jackson possessed the Ipod.

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Working any length of shift without music is asking for a one way ticket on the Loony Train to Insanity-ville. To help with us Ipod challenged people our boss brought in a CD player. Many members of the crew made mixes to play in the store. After time the CD player has started to give up on us - here and there it plays and the rest of the time, well it might be playing we just can't hear it. (It's like that riddle, if a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?)
Yesterday I was working a fourteen hour shift. Yes. With no music.
That last sentence isn't entirely true. I did put in CD into the ADHD player in hopes to get a song or two.
The player would start by itself, but only when a Michael Jackson song came up on the CD.
Michael Jackson likes Coldstone.

I knew it.