So I've told you how much I enjoy my monthly visits to a nearby care center. I thought I should balance that story with this one.
When my kids were little I decided I would go to a rest home and play the piano during lunch hour for entertainment purposes. Yes. I was the Piano Man, serving up ballads at a bar. Only I wasn't a man and the rest home wasn't a bar. Also, unlike Billy Joel, I am a crap pianist. But still. I thought it was a generous gesture on my part to bring a little music! and sunshine! into the lives of people confined to a care center. Besides, I figured, the residents wouldn't a) notice or b) care that I stunk. They would just be grateful.
I made arrangements with a nearby rest home. I arrived at lunch hour and sat down at the piano in the cafeteria to play some tunes, not unlike that guy at Nordstrom who plays cocktail music while you're trying on shoes. Well. Pretty soon I noticed there was some shouting. AT ME. These two old guys sat at a nearby table like those muppets in the balcony and told me that I sucked.
TWO OLD GUYS: Hey! You stink!
Anyway. I never went back.