I got a good three hours of editing in before the coffee shop turned on (and up) country western music. I'm not a fan and needless to say, can no longer concentrate to keep hacking away at the short stories I brought with me. I guess for someone who occasionally writes using a country-fied voice, you'd think I'd be more tolerant, perhaps even embrace this music from time to time.

Not gonna happen. That would be oh-so wrong and could, one might say, bring about dire changes in the universe no one would be able to correct. Let's just hope the bleeding from my ears doesn't alarm anyone.