No fantasy: I was in the express lane, "15 items or less(sic)." A well-dressed and appointed women--fur, expensive jewelry--with a slight accent, but who clearly "knew the ropes" was in line in front of me and several others and had more like 25 items by my quick count, and not even multiples of apples or mangos. "Here, let me help you count your items," says I. She thinks about pulling the "I am a confused foreigner and I don't understand your American rules," But quickly realizes that everyone in line *knows* that she really *does* understand. Huffing, she gathers her shtuff and goes to another aisle to the soft delighted cheers from the other customers, and the stifled smirk from the clerk. No fantasy; it really happened!

OTOH, if someone is blasting music from their car window as described, I usually just shoot them a disgusted look, and carry on, glad that I most likely won't see them again. However, if I *were* to see them regularly, I might tell them, "You know, I have trouble with my ears, and your loud music causes me physical pain. Would you mind, please turning it down? Thank you!"

That would be more likely to get cooperation, even if gruding cooperation, and no fists. I mean, how can they get angry about a genuine and non-threatening personal appeal like that? But that is not a fun fantasy. But most of my fun fantasies would also likely have unpleasant consequences.

Saul