I Could Be Flattered

I'm being stalked by KT Tunstall's song "Black Horse and a Cherry Tree." As someone who's been stalked before, I know the signs. The stalkee shows up where you have plans prior to your arrival and where you don't have plans after your arrival. They know things about you no one but your closest friend and anyone who'd spend hours in your archives could know. They study your interests and adapt them as their own even though they had no interest in them before finding out that you like those things so that they can pop up at the one Allman Brothers concert near your area in the summer and stand within twenty feet of you and your friends...I'm getting a little ahead of myself. What I'm trying to say is that when it comes to being stalked, I know what it's like. And frankly, "Black Horse and a Cherry Tree" is starting to scare me in its proximity.
You might argue that The Song is overplayed and that I'm reading into this too much and making it personal. However, this is serious. I have ten preset radio stations in my car. Three are AM stations for traffic purposes. That's down to seven. Two are Westchester/Rockland stations that don't get such great reception in the city and its boroughs, so when I'm closer to work the radio options are narrowed to five. And yet, from when I left my house at 7:10 to when I parked in front of the office at 8:26, "Black Horse and a Cherry Tree" followed me around from station to station FIVE TIMES. What I mean is that I was listening to a station, minding my own business and driving happily along, when The Song invaded my car's airwaves. This occured not once, twice, thrice, or four times, but five. FIVE TIMES out of an average of SIX radio options. Call that what you'd like, but I'm going to call it as I see it and that's pure stalk-material.