My personal favorite- 'friendly jazz.'
I live in Vancouver B.C., Canada, and there's a newer local 'jazz' station that EVERY PUBLIC OFFICE seems to be tuned in to. God awful stuff. (O.K. -I've exagerated -one acceptable song in twenty.)
Obviously cheap rip-offs of porno music. The type only found stashed in your proverbial Uncle Larry's basement. Look closely- it's the tapes in the musky, damp cardboard box, slowly decaying in the corner, 'classics' from the seventies.
I often come across this offense in what must be maintained as most unoffensive of public places - the dentist, knee doctor, my kids school office. Slowly, I think to myself..."Hmnnn, I wonder were the fur slipper cladden, generously older lady is? Is she steaming her dragon embossed red silk robe, or mixing a martini? I soon realize that she surely can not be mixing herself a martini, she's greedily clinging on to her stiletto tiped cigarette..."
Oh well- I hear in Asia they use scents, as well.
I live in Vancouver B.C., Canada, and there's a newer local 'jazz' station that EVERY PUBLIC OFFICE seems to be tuned in to. God awful stuff. (O.K. -I've exagerated -one acceptable song in twenty.)
Obviously cheap rip-offs of porno music. The type only found stashed in your proverbial Uncle Larry's basement. Look closely- it's the tapes in the musky, damp cardboard box, slowly decaying in the corner, 'classics' from the seventies.
I often come across this offense in what must be maintained as most unoffensive of public places - the dentist, knee doctor, my kids school office. Slowly, I think to myself..."Hmnnn, I wonder were the fur slipper cladden, generously older lady is? Is she steaming her dragon embossed red silk robe, or mixing a martini? I soon realize that she surely can not be mixing herself a martini, she's greedily clinging on to her stiletto tiped cigarette..."
Oh well- I hear in Asia they use scents, as well.