Forget the mall, any time a song comes on any place anywhere. First I start dancing in my head and it screws up what i was saying or thinking. Then I battle with myself on if it is appropriate to bust out or if I keep fighting the urge and try my best to remain still. Zumba problems indeed.
One of the consequences of such notions as "entitlements" is that people who have contributed nothing to society feel that society owes them something, apparently just for being nice enough to grace us with their presence.