Looking for those fresh Kaiser rolls this morning in the supermarket, I was greeted with "Lay all your love on me," piped in through the P.A. and there were no interruptions, like "Phew, Phew, clean-up in Aisle 5," or "Frank, come to the courtesy phone. It's your wife and she's really mad!" I wanted to run my cart down an aisle like a kid, and teach the cashier to disco dance.