Punk-Ass Bass Monkey Barbara's car has been in the shop for the past two days. So much to her delight, we have been carpooling to work (which sucks since she works downtown and I work in Scottsdale.) At least we get to use the carpool lane - which is pretty cool.

I picked her up after work today and proceeded to get onto the highway. Due to the usual congestion of the downtown area, we soon found ourselves sitting in slow moving traffic. She and I were talking with the radio on, and all of a sudden I hear a resounding and rythmic "booooommmmmm.... booooommmmmm."

I'm looking around like, "what the hell is that?" I turn to my left and some punk in a low-riding convertible jamming to his bass pounding music (I use this term loosely since I don't think there was much music except for the deep pounds of bass.) I guess he wasn't jamming... cause he was too busy looking cool I assume.

Does anyone over the age of 21 really think this is cool? Maybe I'm just getting old or something... but turn the fuckin stereo down! I can understand turning up the tunes and rockin it out in your car (geez... I do sound old.) But who the hell wants to hear your garbage?

He stared me down as I passed him, and Barbara proceeded to yell at me for staring at him (worried that he may pull out a gun and shoot us.) It's like, "how can I not stare at the bass monkey pulling up next to me???"

He finally switched over another lane and pulled out ahead. But even with us talking and with the radio on we could still hear his stupid pounding bass.

As Smelmooo would say, "GIVE IT A REST!"  ¶ 11:44 PM