Outblasted

I was going to post a blog today involving road rage and Crazy Nanny because I don’t have a crystal ball and didn’t know I would have any driving altercations today. But, alas, I did. It wasn’t so much an altercation as it was me being completely annoyed by a little man and his rap music…

So anyway, I had just come out of the Lincoln Tunnel and pulled up to 42nd Street. I was at the red light at the corner of 10th Avenue, trying to make the right to head up to the Hell like office that I call work. I was relaxed, smoking a cigarette and listening to my music. I’m cringing as I’m about to write this, but yes, it was country. In fact it was Brad Paisley. I heart him. It was “Waitin’ on a Woman.” It’s no “Mud on the Tires” but it’ll do.

All is well until this diminutive little man pulls up next to me in his little car. And he is blasting the shit out of his TERRIBLE rap music. Honestly, the song was shit. The worst part about this was that I could no longer hear my music. So I turn it up a little bit, but I still can’t hear it that good due to Rap Master Dickhead.

Now I’m pissed. I wanna hear this song and I wanna hear it now. Uninterrupted. I’ve reached the last straw. Game on little man, game on. And I proceed to turn my radio up. Way up. And I outplayed his ass. So there. If any of you guys reading this happened to be in the vicinity of 42nd Street and 10th Avenue around 3pm today…and heard the dueling radios…it was me. And I won.

The lesson to be learned here, little man, is:

1. Nobody thinks your cool because you play your music that obscenely loud.
2. Nobody wanted to hear that TERRIBLE song you were playing.

And most importantly…

3. When you mess with me, and apparently Brad Paisley, you will lose.