Some time ago, I was sitting at a bus stop on Naval Station Norfolk, VA. An E-nothing pulled up to the stoplight in an old ricer with the stereo booming so loud that the body panels were rattling.

I saw the door open on the car behind him, and a Navy Captain in service dress whites got out, walked up to the window and tapped on it. The stereo volume went WAY down in a hurry, and there was lots of (one way) loud talking and finger shaking. The last thing I heard was "If I ever hear that again, there will be holy hell to pay." I gave the Cap a thumbs up . . .