Wrong Music


‘Ok Camp, here is one of my pet peeves. Every restaurant and pub somehow believe that we all want to listen to loud classic rock’ n roll. Look around. What’s the demographic? I bet you it’s barely south of pension age. In other words, people like you and me who just want to have a quiet beer, hear each other talk and enjoy the atmosphere.’

‘I feel your pain brother. Worse than restaurants and pubs are the grocery stores. Why do I have to listen to Pink Floyd, who I like but not while I’m wandering around the vegi section. The other day it was ‘Bon Jovi’s Living on a Prayer at full volume while I’m standing at the deli counter. Is that really necessary? I asked nobody in particular and the woman beside me just shook her head in resignation. I try not to listen, she said.’

‘Honestly I’m not going back to certain restaurants because not only does their choice of music not fit the menu but it’s way too loud,’ she said and I had to agree.

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Outside the Box (a Christmas Story)


“Happiness is for pigs and wishes are for children,” Trevor announced to all and sundry. His deep baritone cut like a foghorn through the smoke and noise at Oliver’s Pub, which is located just across from Holly’s Beach and right around the corner from our bookstore. It’s a pleasant place to conclude a day’s work over a pint or two.

“That’s not true,” said the pretty young woman who was standing at the bar, beside where Trevor straddled his favourite barstool. “Happiness is there for everybody and wishes can come true,” she declared with conviction. “Isn’t that right, Jack?”

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