So... Air Show, eh?

Ah, goodie. The Air Show is in town. And they're practicing their aerial magnificence Right. Over. My. House.

That's what I need, really, the sound of airplanes rushing hither and/or yon, brushing the rooftops with their wings, letting out the mind-controlling contrails, and probably, probably, giving me the finger.
"NnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnwooOOOOOooonnnnnnnn!"
says the airplane. Every fifteen seconds! RELAXING, ISN'T IT! I feel like freaking George Bergeron*, here! Stupid airplanes! We don't care about you! Go away!

*Peons! You should know this!