My oldest kid has a new set of sub-woofers (or subwoofers, one word, if you prefer). Getting them was part of a complex arrangement not really relevant here, although they are basically a graduation present from us.
The subs in question are for the car. Simultaneous with getting them, the kid is learning to drive. As of this writing he should have his license in about a week.
I realize my dislike of these things is a generational matter. Part of his attraction to them – only a part, and probably small – is the fact that subwoofers drive me nuts. I have to listen and listen and listen as we drive around. I'm teaching him how to drive a stick.
O the vibrations.
As Popeye used to say, I can't stands it.
Subwoofers. Jesus H. Christ. These kids today.