Over the weekend, my kids and I ventured into a local deli. The piped-in music at this place is usually pretty lame with mostly pop hits from the late '80s to the early '00s. So when I heard the chorus of "Don't Misunderstand Me," by the Rossington-Collins Band, I must have gasped out loud because the kids all turned to look at me like I was about to hit the floor.
"It must be the song," my older son said, smirking. "Mom always acts like this when she hears some old rock song that nobody else knows."