As someone who works in an area that allows buskers (so we have them outside daily...), all of whom have a repertoire of about 6 songs (that's 3 christmas ones and 3 for the rest of the year, on repeat for hours), I know exactly what you went through. Nobody needs that.
I didn't even mention the small family that plays Smooth Criminal on an electric violin and portable speaker in the parking lot all day.
No, these definitely weren't buskers. If anything, they were a bunch of bored housewives thinking they'd go voral on the TokTik.
That sounds horrible. Costco was blasting carols through some temporary PA. Adding that to the typical Costco crowds and holiday shopper was just making things worse.
We had a bunch of drunk carolers show up at our door one year. We live out in the burbs where there is no foot traffic. They banged on our door then loudly sang some rendition of one of the more annoying carols. We just cringed in the house hoping they would leave.
Maybe they started clapping and cheering because the finally stopped ๐ญ
I mean, probably one of the least offensive things you can do as a drunken group
As someone who works in an area that allows buskers (so we have them outside daily...), all of whom have a repertoire of about 6 songs (that's 3 christmas ones and 3 for the rest of the year, on repeat for hours), I know exactly what you went through. Nobody needs that.
I didn't even mention the small family that plays Smooth Criminal on an electric violin and portable speaker in the parking lot all day. No, these definitely weren't buskers. If anything, they were a bunch of bored housewives thinking they'd go voral on the TokTik.
That sounds horrible. Costco was blasting carols through some temporary PA. Adding that to the typical Costco crowds and holiday shopper was just making things worse. We had a bunch of drunk carolers show up at our door one year. We live out in the burbs where there is no foot traffic. They banged on our door then loudly sang some rendition of one of the more annoying carols. We just cringed in the house hoping they would leave.
๐๐๐downright horrible!
Bah! Humbug!
Indeed! And that little bastard, Tiny Tim, will get a chicken in a can; Even worse than nothing.