Speaks Volumes About The Next Generation
(I’ve just moved and I decide to have dinner at a cafe-style restaurant near my new apartment. I sit down with my meal only for a girl around 12 years old to start playing a song in the same vein as Rebecca Black’s “Friday” on her tablet, seemingly at full volume. At first, I’m not sure if it’s really that loud or if I’m just tired and grumpy from the move, so I switch seats to the opposite end of the restaurant. It takes about two minutes for me to realize that no, it’s not just me, and people all over the place are glaring. After another couple of minutes and realizing that I can’t get through an entire meal with that, I go up to the girl, her mother, and her mother’s friends.)
Me: “Excuse me. Could you please turn your music down? I moved seats to avoid it and it’s still really loud.”
Girl: “Sure!” *starts turning the volume down*
Mom: *standing up* “No, no, my daughter can listen to her songs as loud as she wants.”
Girl: “Mom, it’s fine–”
Mom: “No, it’s not fine.” *to me* “Who do you think you are, telling my daughter what to do?”
Me: “Ma’am, I’m not asking her to turn it off, just down a bit so I can eat in peace.”
Girl: “Mom, it’s not a big deal. I can still hear it.”
(The mom kind of harumphed and sat back down, and her friends shook their heads and tutted their tongues at me, but at least it was quieter than the music. I went back to my table and noticed a few other people looking relieved. About two minutes later, I saw the mom reach over to her daughter and try to turn the volume back up, but the girl pulled it out of her reach before she could do it.)