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Too old and proud of it

“If it’s too loud, you’re too old.”

Well then, I’m too old.

The Husband, The Child, and I did a Family Function drive this morning that I’d fooled myself into thinking would leave us with the whole afternoon to ourselves. HA! We arrived back home at a little after 4 p.m. With the day dedicated to driving rather than grocery shopping, we had very little food in the house, so we dropped by a Chipotle’s.

The music was LOUD. Even when we sat outside (inside was deafening), it was too damned loud. What’s more, it was … well, it was mostly too hip for me. The Husband classified it at “exclusionary” — as if saying that only people cool enough to know and love this (fairly obscure) music should be paying way too much for our burritos.

The reason we had picked Chipotle’s instead of a nearby crepery that we like a lot was because the guy working at the crepery register usually plays HIS music way too loud. And his music is aggressively exclusionary — it’s hip, hip, so damned hip it can’t see past it’s own pelvis, practically fringe, ultra cool, mondo maxi cutting edge crap. Played so loud that I worry for The Child’s hearing.

Requests to have it turned down are met with a blank stare, a derisive (but still deniable) snort, and a fractionally reduced volume.

This is — incidentally — just this one guy. He’s clearly very into himself with a very carefully cultivated retro look that closely resembles Mick Jagger at 19 with a bad case of anorexia. Seriously. When I see the owner next, I plan to complain. She’s a really nice woman and very responsive to her customers and if this was always a problem I wouldn’t go there.

But I wonder, as I sit with my toddler and my straw hat and my 70 SPF sunblock, am I too old? And then I decide, Nope. It’s just that kids these days….

Categories: City mama, motherhood
  1. elcynae
    June 23, 2008 at 12:29 pm

    If it’s any comfort, I’ve always been too old. In high school, I walked out of places because the music was too loud, and I didn’t want to damage my hearing. And really I like most music all right, but I couldn’t guess what was hip if my life depended on it. 🙂

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