The old guys at the gym continue to amuse.

We have the Muzak in the locker room, right? And I don't think management really cares about it or tries to be too consistent, because sometimes it's all dance music, and sometimes it's pop, or R&B, or country, or classic rock. I think they just spin the dial every morning, and whatever it lands on is what we listen to. Who cares, right? It's Muzak.

I'll tell you who cares: the old guys.

Today, the Muzak was kind of hard rockin', indie-pop-punk type stuff. Nothing I'd heard before, utterly forgettable.

"What is this crap?" I heard the old guy grouse a row of lockers over.

"Good Lord, this is just great, isn't it?"

"What are they saying? I can't understand a word!"

"My kids are in their twenties and they don't listen to this crap!"

"Dominate? Eliminate? That's great. We really need to be hearing this."

"Rape the system? I can't believe it!"

[I actually think they said "rage at the system," pops.]

"This is terrible! We shouldn't have to listen to this! I'm gonna go lodge a complaint with the management right now."

Laughter all around the locker room. Even some of the other old guys thought this one was funny.