Gotta Love Th Gah

My bank is like every other bank out there, and is a typical corporate workplace.   The decor is what you would expect:  cold, slick, efficient.   The people are what you would also expect:  Polite, groomed and very business-like.
Normally I make my deposits and withdrawls at the drive up window, but yesterday I decided to actually go inside.  My teller, a young twenty-something brunette with a pleasant smile was assisting me and I could hear music from the computer on her counter, just below the muzak blaring over the main speakers. 

It was different from the 'Kenny G Hits From the 80's'.  It was ......GAGA!   

Jennifer (my Teller) was obviously streaming youtube as she kept glancing at the screen watching 'Th Lady' do her stuff while she helped me.    I immediately liked her.    Not because we share a love for the 'Ga' but because this young girl in this corporate world, was asserting her individualism by bucking the trend and enjoying a little  me-time while she worked.    I loved it!

"Gotta love the Ga Ga, huh"  I said.

She was momentarily startled.   Perhaps at being caught doing something she shoudn't be doing, or perhaps because a man almost twice her age pegged the contraband music and was all 'hip with his use of  "The Ga Ga". (Deal with it, that's how I roll)

She smiled, "I LOVE Lady Ga Ga". 

"Yup" I said, "She's great".

Who would've thought a bank teller could make my cloudy afternoon so bright?   

Ya gotta love th' Gah.