Originally Posted by grandyoso
And apperently they live in Durango...
Yes, apparently this is true.
Yesterday I was sitting at the stoplight at Camino del Rio and Main, enjoying Myron Floren's "Disco Polka" on the 8-track on my way to RiteAid to get the jumbo bottle of Metamucil Sugar Free Laxative (orange flavored, actually quite tasty). I recall quite vividly listening to Myron's stirring disco rendition of "Beer Barrel Polka" when this young person pulls up next to me, kayak on the roof, windows open, baseball cap on backwards like some out-of-context urban youth, and this hideous thumpa-thumpa crap spewing out for all to hear. Over the gut-rattling din I could make out the lyrics "bitch," "cap" and "fuck," but that was about it.
I rolled up the windows on my Oldsmobile Royale 88 to try to block out the awful noise to no avail, so I looked the punk right in the eye, rolled the windows back down, and cranked up the 8-track to "9." I was a little nervous, because I had never turned up the volume past "3."
Well, the kayak kid glares at me, turns up the rap noise even louder ("15" I think, if that's possible) and flips me the bird. At this point I'm pretty agitated. I'm thinking of calling the police, but the light changes and this young person burns rubber and screams down the road, probably to go to Wagon Wheel Liquors to buy some awful, cheap beer to drink in excess with his "homies."
My blood pressure gradually dropped, I got the laxative (on sale, buy-one-get-one-free), and headed to the Doubletree in time for the "early bird special." The meatloaf was excellent, thank you very much!