One of peculiar characters I encountered in my 9 months of Zamboni driving over the last year was this 20 year-old clean-cut Zoomer who was maybe a little...OCD. College kid who LOVED to listen to music, carried around a nice Bluetooth speaker every where he went, and only listened to rock radio hits. I mean like, his entire iPhone was probably 5 days' worth of generic classic rock radio playlists. No other genre. Only the hits, had never listened to a full album in his life. Even quantified the quality of band by the number of "hits" they had--I describe literally any other type of band, he'd go "what hits did they have"; I go f***ing none I dunno; he'd look baffled.
Nothing from his generation, or mine, or any genre outside a 55 year old beer dad's comfort zone, this goddamn kid would just play all the songs you could permanently get your fill on from commercials, CVSs, and passing cars. Intentionally, on end, for 10 hour shifts.
His favorite of the bunch--the one with the most hits--was the Eagles. Spent most of my December and January weeknights freezing my dick off to "Desperado." Weirdest kid in the world. Also not a hockey guy. Got the job in high school because he was dating a figure skater at the arena. She dumped him but he kept the job. Big baseball dude.
