Lesson in Irony

My job currently requires me to listen to an ABBA greatest hits compilation. Always a fan of multitasking, I decided to do so in the car during an hour-long drive. Here's a record of my reactions during the time elapsed:

0:01 -- Grimace. Shake head in exasperation. Mutter mild epithets under breath.

0:05 -- Laugh hysterically. Shake head in exasperation. Mutter moderate epithets under breath.

0:12 -- Check stereo to be sure tracks have actually advanced and haven't been listening to one remarkably repetitive, continuous song for twelve minutes.

0:27 -- Catch self humming. Very, very quietly. Immediately grimace and resume exasperated head shaking.

0:35 -- Experience mild disappointment when CD skips during 'Fernando.'

0:36 -- Now driving on smoother road, try to replay 'Fernando.' Similar results. Mild disappointment remains.

0:40 -- Catch self humming. Less quietly. Deliberately resume exasperated head-shaking.

0:58 -- Catch self singing along to 'Dancing Queen,' complete with microphone mime and animated gesturing, with no trace of irony whatsoever. Appear to have lost all shame.

1:00 -- Decide to run follow-up experiments in near future to investigate possible personality-altering effects of long-term exposure to ABBA songs. Will consider generalizing experiment to entire disco genre.