Rumbling

One of the perks of my house is that it's located right on a corner with a stop sign. Another is that it's located in not far from the ghetto. So while I'm sitting in my quiet house, with the rest of my family asleep and the TV off, every half hour or so somebody drives by in a boom car and stops at the intersection long enough to rattle the glass in my windows for a few seconds.
Sometimes I find it annoying, but most of the time it seems mildly amusing to me. Other people call it acoustic terrorism. I guess I'm not quite ready to go that far.