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On the road with Mrs. Numb and she found a nice Italian place in which to dine. The food was scrumptious, our server professional, funny and helpful. And once the loud party of dudes at the next table left, it was so much more quiet. So I could look into my love’s eyes and...
...start involuntarily bobbing my head up and down to the electronic garbage that was blasting in the bar which, unfortuneatly, was not in a sealed room next to us. Afterwards the manager asked how our evening went, and being self-righteous and judgmental I told him. Apparently I am not alone, but he explained it was a corporate decision, and he had no control of the music. HE asked me to please e-mail them, because he was just as sick of it.
...start involuntarily bobbing my head up and down to the electronic garbage that was blasting in the bar which, unfortuneatly, was not in a sealed room next to us. Afterwards the manager asked how our evening went, and being self-righteous and judgmental I told him. Apparently I am not alone, but he explained it was a corporate decision, and he had no control of the music. HE asked me to please e-mail them, because he was just as sick of it.