Today as I sat studying for my Sociology mid-terms at Coffee Bean, the resident jukebox malfunctioned and played "Que Sera Sera" 10 times in a row. Considering that the song contains 7 mentions of "Que Sera Sera, whatever will be, will be, the future's not ours to see...", I heard this phrase for a grand total of 70 times. The worse thing was that the cleaners piped in at all the choruses (assuming (wrongly) that since they were standing near the office no one could hear them..but I could, and extremely clearly for that matter!). The yuppie guy sitting at the table next to mine followed suit.
It is ominous foreshadowing. Tomorrow's paper will be a foregone conclusion. As such after the tenth replay of that song, I got up to leave, and the jukebox started playing "Moon River".
It's all a conspiracy, I say. I can get a hint when I hear one.
"But hard fate had ordained that he should be unable to call up this Divine spirit in his need. The whole land ahead of him was as darkness itself: there was nothing to come, nothing to wait for." - Thomas Hardy, The Mayor of Casterbridge
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