Tower Records got so big that their proximity to heaven became a security concern and God decided to punish their hubris by rendering incompatible the musical tastes of its employees.
Jasmine was astounded when Thaddeus came to work one day and mentioned that he liked that new Lady Antebellum single. "Like, how can I even trust this guy as my manager anymore?," she thought.
She tried to have her concerns allayed by fraternizing with her co-workers, but was not encouraged. Enrique was just as flustered by Thaddeus's sudden shift in sensibilities, but was no longer was interested in Dashboard Confessional and had developed an odd fascination with Czech post-punk bands that nobody else had heard of, let alone could pronounce. Similarly, Clair had become infatuated with outsider music, musicals performed by inmates in Latvian prisons, to be exact.
Gradually the synergy of the retail team evaporated, with requests to sweep the floors and compile lists of new releases going ignored. Thaddeus both understood what was happening, but was powerless to do anything about it. "Of course someone who refused to listen to Carrie Underwood's Play On would disobey orders like that," he reasoned. Gradually, more and more customers avoided the squalid space and its curious inhabitants, who gibbered on in unintelligible dialects. Structural disintegration was so complete that when a Chipotle was slated for construction in the same location years later, excavation had to be halted because the crumbling foundation was assumed to be the remnants of a previously undiscovered pre-Colombian civilization.