Music To My Ears?

Yesterday the temperature in my truck read 99 degrees, it's 5PM, and I'm stuck in a huge traffic mess at 84th & I80. So to keep myself in a good mood, and suppress any feelings of road rage, I roll up the windows, turn on the AC, and start to enjoy the song on the radio. Happens to be some Pink Floyd - perfect music for chillin' out to. Then, out of nowhere, this little Honda 'pimple', slammed to the ground, blacked out windows, a muffler that belongs on a Peterbilt, pulls up next to me, and starts to, beyond vibrate, more like thumping my truck with their, probably stolen, stereo system. The inside of my truck was shaking, and Pink Floyd was no longer distinguishable. At moments like these, it takes every fiber of my being to prevent me from breaking the law, or a windshield, or a head. I was attempting to make the most of an undesirable situation, but some inconsiderate puke, in his thundering tin can, has to go and infringe upon my personal space. If I could get away with it, I would quietly exit my vehicle, enter his vehicle on the passenger side, close the door, lean a little to the right, and let the sauerkraut I ate the night before, fill his compact car, with its limited supply of oxygen, with an aroma that would not be soon forgotten, and then excuse myself. The Bible says, 'an eye for an eye'. This would be bleeding ears for mustard gas, and then I would call it even. I wouldn't have been so upset if he had pulled up, rolled down his window and said, 'Hey, what are you listening to?', then change the music to Pink Floyd, rather than the offensive rap music that comes along with owning a monster stereo system worth 5 times more than the vehicle that houses it. In my estimation, the letter 'c' in rap, is silent.