i like blasting unlistenable music at completely inappropriate volumes as much as the next guy, but not when i’m trying to take their money. so it’s really a rather unsupportable business model.

when i was a shiftless hipster idiot working at an espresso bar, i tried to dress down a young co-worker who kept showing up to work late. his look of abject incomprehension stopped me dead in the middle of my tirade. i realized that in his world, getting anywhere on time was completely irrelevant and insignificant. all that mattered to this individual was an unfettered daily plunge into a profoundly self-centered hedonism. it was a “when worlds collide” moment. it was kind of like trying to explain darwinism to a southern baptist.