Today we analyze one of my least favorite mass transit passengers, The Pop Star/Rapper. A distant cousin to The Resident DJ, this passenger is ten times more annoying. Unlike their long lost relative, you won't just hear this passengers music, they'll serenade you with their own personal butchering of whatever song they so choose.
Most times this passenger will only know about every third word to the song they're singing, which would be comical to listen to, but they're just so bad that it hurts. You have to wonder if they even realize they're singing out loud. They must, right? The minutes feel like days and the songs all seem to be the length of "Free Bird" as you sit through the agony of this passengers singing. Seriously, can't someone tell them to stop already?
So to all you Pop Star/Rappers out there, please keep the singing in your head. Yes I'm sure your mom says you have the voice of an angel, but I assure you, she was just being nice. You actually sound like nails on a chalkboard.