Sitting in a chiropractor waiting room last week: dreadful music alternating with adverts and very loud. I asked the receptionist if we could turn it down and she made the fatal mistake of revealing that it all came via a smart speaker.
I confess that I had no qualms about taking charge of it: listening to the news headlines; adjusting the volume; moving on to Mozart. Sometimes, being blind means that others are just too squeamish about making any objections. But, at least, we had a soothing interlude before the manipulations started.