Awesome redirected road rage energies

Little car: [Putt putt down Elm Street, very slowly]
Pickup truck: HONK.
Little car: [Cowed, slows even more, puts on directional signal one way, then the other]
Driver of pickup truck: [Singing loudly, out window]

I don't know, where I'm-a gonna go, when the volcano blow!

Little car: [Confused and intimidated, escapes down Beech street]
Pickup truck BRRRUMM [impatient stompage of gas pedal, leaping forward down Elm]

This was the usual first-degree road-rage script that I usually hear once or twice a day: HONK, followed by BLAH BLAH BLAH, followed by BRRRRRUM. However, this person substituted the usual brainless cursing with a silly, mocking Jimmy Buffet song, which made the experience go from mundane and draining (as I hate to see any display of hostility) to bizarre and borderline amusing. Funny how things work out sometimes.

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Little car: [Putt putt down Elm Street, very slowly]
Pickup truck: HONK.
Little car: [Cowed, slows even more, puts on directional signal one way, then the other]
Driver of pickup truck: [Singing loudly, out window]

I don't know, where I'm-a gonna go, when the volcano blow!

Little car: [Confused and intimidated, escapes down Beech street]
Pickup truck BRRRUMM [impatient stompage of gas pedal, leaping forward down Elm]

This was the usual first-degree road-rage script that I usually hear once or twice a day: HONK, followed by BLAH BLAH BLAH, followed by BRRRRRUM. However, this person substituted the usual brainless cursing with a silly, mocking song, which made the experience go from mundane and draining (as I hate to see any display of hostility) to bizarre and borderline amusing. Funny how things work out sometimes.