Aural Harassment

Backstory: I was complaining to my mother about how one of my horrible coworkers kept listening to country music on the radio without all day at work.

Aural harassment. Cripes. And you’ll have to hope someone else complains about it, because you are vilified if you do. Does she play the radio and field calls? Ugh. And why do country-western listeners always assume they are doing you a favor by letting you listen in on their hokum? And you could, if you were similarly clueless, play Daft Punk while you work, but Noooo. Only listeners of country-western cloying sentimental faux-patriotic bunk feel they should share; like having a stick of gum is okay if you have enough for everyone.

Love, Mom