The scene has been repeated 3 or 4 times in the past month. The players and props change, but the story is the same:
As I am pumping gas a car pulls up with the windows down and the music blaring. The young male, wearing a baseball hat which sits backwards upon his head, gets out and goes into the store, leaving his car running, windows down and music at full volume. He comes back out, pumps his gas and then leaves. Thankfully.
It's not that I'm not a music lover, I am. But the "music" that always eminates from these vehicles is filled with the most disgusting lyrics that you can possibly imagine. It's as if there is an unwritten rule, some mathematical imperative that demands a direct coorelation between the level of profanity in a song and the volume it must be played. And when the volume reaches a certain level, then apparently the windows must be left open to keep them from shattering.
There really is no other explanation that is satisfactory.