One of MIL's home health nurses dropped by today for a blood draw - Tara's a great stick - and we were listening to Cat Stevens because we're old (after that we grew even older and listened to Louis Prima). Christine surprised me.
"So, Tara, do you think the speakers sound better than last time?" She asked. This could be interesting, I thought.
"Oh, yes, I was just thinking that! I mean, I thought it sounded the best I ever heard last time, but it seemed like it was even better today. Maybe it's just I like Cat Stevens so much - my mother had all his records."
"Well, he got a new amp. It's some kind of special amp - an integrated one - that means it's three pieces in one. I didn't think I'd be able to hear a difference, but he was right. It does sound better. It's a lot more powerful than what he had, and I was afraid when he got it that it would be too loud, but it turned out that it sounds so much better that you don't have to turn it up as loud to hear everything. So even though it has a lot more power, he doesn't play it as loud as he did with the other amp."
"Really?" I perceived that Christine was losing her audience, she'd exceeded Tara's level of interest.
"Yes. He thinks it's beautiful. I've gotten used to the way it looks, and I do like how you can see the volume across the room, and it-"
"So, Tara, how many more homes are you vampiring today?" I could see the young lady needed rescuing from our budding audio proselyte, while Christine barely noticed the interruption since medical work falls more naturally in her wheelhouse anyway. So an unexpected reversal of roles today in chez musichal.