My wife’s work had Britney Spears as the hold music today. It’s been in my head all day. Grrr. Last week it was Karma Chameleon. Someone has got to put an end to it.

On a similar note, my wife was brave enough (and fluent in Spanish enough) to ask the morons across the street to stop blasting their music. Since we moved in over a year ago (the pre-September eleventh world), they’ve done this. They park their truck in the driveway and turn on their music so loud I can hear it in the back of my house–with all the windows closed. It’s not even good music. It’s the Mexican music with a tuba going oompa-oompa and some poor schmoe wailing in Spanish. I don’t know what they call it. Anyway, she asked him to turn it down, and he said, “Why?” Can you believe that? I kind of expected him to be like, “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was bothering anyone.” But no, he had an attitude about it.

It was his right to play his music as loud as he wanted. It was the middle of the day after all, and what possible reason could we have for not wanting to listen to his music on a lovely Saturday morning? Casey (my wife) informed him that it was not his right to play his music as loud as he wanted, and if he didn’t believe her, maybe he would believe the nice Fresno police officers who respond so quickly to such calls, since we don’t have that much real crime. Fortunately, he was able to see Casey’s point of view, and we might not be subjected to that shit in the future.