Appointment yesterday with my primary care physician. Wait in the lobby. Of course.
Finally in the examination room to wait a bit longer. Betimes, the doctor came in, all cheery and "How are you doing?" etc.
I said, "While sitting out there this afternoon, I was wondering if I was going to have to look for a physician whose office staff had better taste in music; but not a problem, I fell asleep anyway."
She said, "Did they turn the station?"
"I don't know," I replied, "but I don't do too well with the rap and hip-hop."1
"I can't stand it, either," she averred.
Oops, looks as though I may have inadvertantly got some one in trouble.2
1I know not the difference, if any, between "rap" and "hip-hop." I do know that the only element of "music" involved in either is the "beat." They are atonal, no melody, no harmony, no listening by these ears.
2Dr.'s hubby is office mgr. There are two young ladies there, too.