I have a 10:45 am appointment at the Norwalk DMV (new license and plates), and I’m chilling in a nearby Starbucks. “Chilling” isn’t actually the word due to a boom-box couple sitting 15 feet away. They’re broadcasting (i.e., shouting, bellowing) their conversation, and every customer has no choice but to listen to the dude, who sounds exactly like Delroy Lindo as he turns on the charm. The Delilah he’s flirting with is no broadcasting slouch herself. They’re oblivious to the fact that the conversational noise they’re making is as distracting (and certainly as annoying) as a barking dog. It all comes down to how you were raised. If you come from a loud family, you’re going to follow suit as an adult.
