When Douchebags Collide

I'm driving home today and pull up to a stoplight. Some numbnut is blasting his music, with lots of bass. Annoying, but it'll be over in 30 seconds once the light changes. Before that happens, though, the guy in front of him (a weenie-looking fella in a sweater vest) gets out of his car and yells at the kid to turn the music down -- because he's talking on his cellphone and can't hear.
Sadly, Music Boy turned it down and it didn't come to blows. And then Music Boy passed me on the way to the next light a couple blocks away and I saw that he was texting.
The whole thing was just so damned odd. Like Battle of the Douchebags. I was really hoping for a slapfight or something.