I was in a popular barbecue place that has the usual loud environment - ugly music playing and customers trying to talk over it, often made louder by beer.

At one point I thought to myself, "This is so miserable. Some idiot is seeing how high and shrill an electric guitar can get, and a baby is crying, too." The so-called music was so shrill it was actually hurting me.

Only later did it click that the baby was naking those thin, sharp cries because the damn 'music' was hurting her. How puerile can you get, hurting a little baby with your high-energy noodling?

Next time I'll be prepared to SAY SOMETHING.