I loathe the Foosball table. Tried to relax for a couple of minutes at break while listening to Round About Midnight by Miles Davis. I closed my eyes, leaned back on the couch, and chilled until the moment the horns come back with that “Ba-BAAA-baa” bit and then I heard two chuckleheads start to banging with the table. I want to put it in the garage. Argh.