Don't feel all alone. I look around a restaurant and realize I'm the oldest woman in the place ... at 55. The music, volume, everything is geared to people who are maybe 20. It is a small town and I actually know the restaurant owners. So I actually ask. Can you please, please, get the volume down a bit. No. They are doing music that the employees like! I feel like a deer in the head-lights. Really; they choose music based on employees who they pay probably less than minimum wage? Hey, give them another buck an hour, and let those of us who are actually paying for food and service be able to converse. I'm eating out less and less.