Have I mentioned lately how much I hate banks?

This applies to credit unions as well. The credit union across the street (in the "waffle building") is having some kind of lame promotion and for the past hour I have been subjected to "classic rock" from 1960's playing at a volume louder than I usually play my own music in my office. This wouldn't be quite so henious if this music was canned, but it's live and really bad. Looking down all I can see of the guitarist/vocalist is his glaring bald spot. Right now there are two 40-something ageing rock-star wannabes playing, I kid you not, "Play that Funky Music White Boy".

Please.

                  make

                           it

                                        stop!!!