When it sounds like a more rhythmic yet *blasting* version of this (me in my Jeep, windows rolled up, air conditioner on high and my own c.d. playing):
...for oh, let's say, eight slooooooooow blocks with three red lights...
I start feeling a little:
Thanks to my iPod, it's not like I force everyone in Oz to listen to
...but I *swear*, whenever other drivers decide they have the right to add their own soundtrack to MY day, and more often than not their "music" is merely a demonstration of their poor taste in excessive bass and monotony, I become ever-so tempted to follow the auditorially-offensive jerk home, make a mental note of where he lives, and then return late at night, blasting something like this:
at his windows until they shatter.
If no one else feels obligated to show a bit of respect by NOT drowning out the music on my own c.d., the voice of my child seated behind me, or heck, even my own thoughts as I drive home each day, I may just be tempted to bring out the really big guns:
Don't **push** me.