(Quite old, baldish, glasses)

As you've made it your mission to play the most incomprehensibly ear-hurtingly bad noise in place of music in your shop, I need to warn you that you're driving customers away.

On one hand, I applaud you for being such a cheeky monkey. It's genuinely painful, so I spose it's pretty funny to torture all your customers. But if I'm ever hungover when I come in, I have to walk straight back out again.

Please can you just play The Mavericks or something.

Thanks (I hope you read this site)