Hello readers! I am a guest blogger here on Purge Negativity. I am actually not much of a blogger at all. I do have a private "invite only" blog for my family where I post updates about my daughter, but as far as a regular, public blog...I've never had one. Just not my thing I guess. However, from time to time I feel the need to bitch. So I came here because my dear friend, Kristie, told me that blogging about things that piss you off is cathartic. So, here goes!
Today my husband, my daughter and I piled in our vehicle and headed across town to my sister's house. On the way we stopped at a gas station to fill up. We pulled up behind a young man standing outside of his car, pumping gas. I noticed him right away because he had every window in his car rolled down and he had his God awful music blaring. His music was so loud that it was making things inside my vehicle, including my brain, rattle. The music was heavy with profanity, which I have to admit, made me cringe a bit. Now don't get me wrong, I cuss like a sailor when my daughter isn't around. However, she is at the age where she repeats EVERYTHING she hears and I am really trying to fill her vocabulary with words that are appropriate for a 1 1/2 year old. I mean, even "dang it" doesn't sound good coming out of her little mouth. I was not the only one who was irritated. My daughter started complaining in gibberish because the music was SO loud that she couldn't even enjoy her Blue's Clues DVD. I told her that I felt her pain and we both put on our best matching mother and daughter "pissy faces" and glared at the back of the man's head. When the man replaced the nozzle I got excited, thinking that maybe our glaring had worked and he was going to go the fuck away. But alas, he was not finished subjecting me and every other person with in a mile radius to his migraine inducing music. He actually turned and went into the gas station, leaving his music blasting at the pump. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!? He finally returned a few minutes later and got into his car. I did an exaggerated, hands-in-the-air cheer as he passed by us and drove away. I just don't understand why it is that people like him think that the rest of us want to hear their crappy-ass music at top volume everywhere they go? Perhaps the answer is that people like him just don't think!
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4 comments:
Hell yeah! Ugh, I have been behind many o' those buttholes. Been in front of them too. Why do they always have the WORST taste in music!!!!?
I can't stand the cars with that suped up bass. THAT gives me a headache! You can always tell which car it is, the one with the windows rattling. Makes me want to sent a shot gun blast through that rattling window.
All I can say is....right on sista.
@ Kristie: I KNOW!! You never hear someone blasting some good ol' GD!
@ Jenee: Oh yeah, they're the WORST! I mean, that music can't possibly sound good inside their car with all that miserable rattling going on!!
@ Trista: Thank ya, girl!!
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