Whoomp! There it is. Whoomp! There it is.
I pointed to the radio. "I think you need to do something about that."
He changed the station immediately. Then, curiously, he switched it back.* "Wait a minute, I forgot I've got good bass in this car."
He cranked it. He cranked it and turned up the base and dropped the treble to zero. My arm vibrated on the arm rest. He laughed as he pointed out the rearview mirror was vibrating.
"I'm going to post about this on my blog."
He turned it down. "What? I did it for you - so you could feel the bass."
*My husband doesn't actually like Whoomp! (There it is). He does, however, enjoy torturing me with bad music.