For those of us who were young and punk (or, okay New Wave) in the '80's, our time has come: we ARE the target market and we can tell by the soundtrack haunting businesses these days (Elvis Costello in HEB anybody?) But nobody does it better than Kinko's, where you can hear Robert Hazzard and the Heroes singing "Escalator of Life," get a puzzled "that's familiar, what the hell is it?" look in your eyes and wind up in a twenty minute conversation with the cute guy two copiers over about the good old days. Making copies is never really fun, but there's a perverse pleasure involved with the Kinko's mix.
