"Bridge Over Troubled Water"

For 45 minutes, the Simon and Garfunkel classic played.
It was playing when we got to the Chinese restaurant.
It played as we ordered.
It played as we ate.
It played as we paid.
It was playing when we left.
No one else seemed to notice.
Had the owner just gone through a breakup and that was the only thing that made it better? That would explain why no one was saying anything.
Maybe the person in control of the music was, I don't know, washing dishes or doing something loud that prevented them from hearing that instead of hitting disc repeat, they'd hit song repeat.
Or maybe, just maybe, we were stuck in a "Groundhog Day"-"Matrix"-type time warp? It was a little deja vu: A song played, then another that sounded just like it. But it wasn't one that sounded just like it, it was the same song. But there are worse days to have to live over and over, a day that I spent playing with photos, watching a movie and eating lunch with my BF.
Dave wondered if American oldies are to the Chinese staff at the restaurant like the Mexican salsa music on the radio is to us: Since we're not used to listening to it and haven't listened to it a lot, one song is rendered pretty much indistinguishable from the next. So hearing one song over and over again doesn't register.
As we were leaving, I heard another couple talking about it.