Thou Shalt Not Exceed 80 Decibels
For the record, I usually try my best to be a good member of society- to not judge and to be courteous and kind to everyone I meet. Lately, though, I’ve had a hard time finding enough tolerance for all the trunk punks who’ve flocked to this area.
In case you don’t know what a trunk punk is, allow me to explain. A trunk punk is a person who destroys a car by installing concert sized speakers and sub-woofers in the trunk, thereby achieving the ability to blast the unfortunate public with horrendous music at all hours of the day and night. The term was coined by me because seriously, anyone who allows their trunk to play that awful junk must be some sort of flunk… or at least a punk. Am I right??
Dudes. Is it too much to ask for some peace and quiet while I’m spending my 45 seconds at the red light? Must I sit there while the windows rattle and my three year old screams “Too loud, Mommy!” and contemplate buying industrial grade earmuffs? Protect the ear drums God gave you, or at least have some courtesy while I try to protect mine!
We were sitting in the kitchen one day having lunch when a trunk punk cruised by the house, making me momentarily wonder if we were being invaded (think War of the Worlds and you’ll get the idea).
As the dishes settled back onto the table Jackson asked “What was that, Mommy?”
“That,” I told him, “was someone playing really loud music,”
He looked puzzled, then started shaking his head in disbelief “No Mommy, that’s not music!”
Couldn’t have said it better myself.