Squashed in the back seat, I peered forward jealously and angrily as I saw her legs bent back in a way that would have been perfect for the tiny space mine were squashed into. She had concocted up her own little drum kit by banging a ring against the plastic arm rest, to accompany the drivers loud, bad music. I came close to telling her to stop, however I decided to try and be more accepting of her out of beat, irritating clicking sound that she was producing from her spacious front seat, although all that did was allow the anger to build inside of me.
I was so very grateful when after four hours of this, she had left the vehicle and the sick feeling that was growing in my stomach left me immediately. I moved quickly and without question to the front of the car.
It may have been my earphones that I had taken from the boot during her exit, which were now showing an obviously display of dislike for his music, or simply his shared excitement of not having to listen to that frustrating tapping sound anymore. Either way, it seemed the driver felt it necessary to test out how loud the sound system in the car would go for the last hour of this trip. As I pushed my noise canceling earphones (that I am now ever so grateful I turned back for that day in the mountains) further into my ears, he was twisting the**** to its dear end, like it was some sort of contest. In the end, I feel the earphones were the superior talent. The only real losers were the two other poor passengers in the back copping the sound full throttle.