Glitch

It happens so often yet I thought this place was immune.

I was in my local death metal/emo/hardcore CD store, only barely fitting in in my standard blacks (considering my lack of piercings, tatts, hairdye or youth). The sales assistant terrifically cool, robotic, bloodless. On the stereo, a typically grinding track with obligatory Cookie Monster vocals.

Suddenly the growl be-be-be-beca-came a-a-a gl-gl-glitching stu-stu-stu-u-u-u-u-tt-tter, as the CD began to stuff up. And suddenly the previously bloodless assistant st-st-stuttered into gear to change the disc as quickly as possible. Just like at your local Starbucks. God knows we don't want to be offended.

Cookie Monster lost his 'tude.