I decided to take the leash off the subwoofer last night.
Right around 12:30 AM my phone lights up, with a call.
It's my mother.
"Son, why am I calling you at 12:30 AM from 2 states away in the middle of the night?"
"The magic 8-ball says my daughter called you and she asked you to tell me to turn it down?" (Yes, my teenager disciplines me through my mother.)
"Yes. Now why am I calling you at 12:30 AM from 2 states away, to tell you turn your music down on behalf of your teenager?"
"Well mom, because in my 40's I've got better funding, a 192khz 24bit DAC, a nice set of solid state class-A/B amplifiers, and gigabytes of digital instruments you wouldn't let me have hardware versions of in the 90's, all of which allow me to be far more awesome than I was at 15, but I'll turn it down for my kid."
"Thank you, goodnight." <Click>
I turn down my music, kid knocks on the wall, "Thanks dad."
15 minutes later, my little sister texts me a laughing emoji and "That was epic!"
Proving your 78 year old mother wrong and NOT having to tell your kid to turn it down; but having your mother still have to tell you to turn it down now for your teenager, 30 years after you've moved out, classic.
For everything else there's a 37.99875% APR compounded to Citigroup.