The Thing That

So I'm in the restroom at work last week, happily taking a piss, when someone comes in and stands at the urinal next to me. I keep my eyes front, like you do, but out of my peripheral vision I can see that it's a big, fat guy so I instantly know who it is: the one big, fat scientist who works on my floor. Nothing against him being big and fat or anything, but with his scruffy beard and slob demeanor he doesn't quite fit the scientist stereotype. I feel kind of bad for him because he's been here for years, toiling away in some bastard's lab, and has basically missed the chance to have a lab of his own. And the way he waddles and wheezes around makes him seem like a real sad sack.

Anyway, he's standing next to me at the urinal, and I hear this strange sound. At first I think it's him breathing heavily, like he does, but gradually I realize it's the sound of music leaking out of earphones. Curious, I concentrate and try and figure out what he's listening to. It doesn't take long to realize it's Say You Say Me by Lionel Richie.

That's it. Nothing more to the story. But who the fuck listens to Say You Say Me on a walkman?