I love it when you blast obnoxious pop music at unbearable volumes in the dining room.
I love having to yell at waiters over the music to place my order.
I love not being able to hear my friends who are sitting right next to me.
I love having your shitty music play over my earbuds even when they’re at full volume.
I love feeling the beat literally in my chest and giving me the feeling of having a heart attack.
I love leaving your establishment ears ringing and frazzled.
I love the long term hearing damage this is probably causing me.
We are all perverts in various ways of life. We love all these perversions, deep down. And so we say we bear with it.