Had to take my amp in for repairs and the guy at the shop kept making small talk about 'vintage sound' while staring at my tits the entire time. Could practically feel his eyes on my chest. Told him I'd just come back when he could focus on the equipment and not my fucking cleavage. Why is it so hard for some men to just do their jobs without turning it into a chance to leer? Also, that new pedal we got makes my kit sound like a goddamn earthquake. Might have to play softer before the neighbors call the cops. Or maybe I won't.