The music was so loud, I could barely hear myself think in the Steve Madden shop where I was trying on a pair of cute shoes. And it wasn’t Mozart. “How can you stand it?” I asked the twenty something salesgirl at the register. “I don’t even hear it anymore,” she said. If she works there for for much longer she literally won’t hear this Madden(ing) Music, or anything else, because she is going to go deaf.
My nephew’s girlfriend worked for another fashion retailer that blared the music at deafening levels. She quit. Smart girl.
Sylvia, my FOF friend, complained about intrusive music in yet another shop. “Do you think it’s our age?” she asked me and another friend, Terry.
“I thought we were supposed to get hard of hearing,” I laughed.
“I read something about loud music making you buy more,” Terry added.