I really, really hate country music.
January 23rd, 2016
For breakfast, it was proposed that we get chicken biscuits. The initial proposal was that we head to Biscuit World, whose lone Ohio franchise was just a few miles away, despite Tudor's mainly being a West Virginian animal. Instead, we wound up at Lee's Famous Chicken, where Brenda custom built for me chicken biscuits out of a chicken breast and regular biscuits.
Mmh.
Anyway, the whole time we were there, they were piping particularly horrible country music at us. I'm pretty sure I've made my position on the artificially maintained form of 'music' known as country known, what with my regular and fervent repetition of my wish that it had been left to die in the 1970s, but yeah. Denny hates country. Big surprise there, if you weren't certain.
Though I'm sure you were.
While I dealt with it, what with me enjoying chicken biscuits more than any human ought to, I couldn't help but feel bad for the employees. I mean, as much as I hate the stuff, at least I only had to deal with it for a few minutes. These poor clowns, they're stuck listening to inbreeding propaganda for the entirety of their work shift. Every time they go to work.
The horror, the horror.
I have to say that, in all honestly, these people have a lot more tolerance for inanity than I do. Were I stuck working in those conditions, I'd probably have put a bullet in my head a long, long time ago. At least I've managed to avoid this situation by telling my coworker that I'll never complain about his crappy hip hop music as long as he keeps the country out of our work space.
That has ensured that his radio won't die a horrible, horrible death. One involving the stairwell.