You see, when I lived on the East Coast, I got kind of used to people honking their car horns if something was wrong. On the West Coast basically no one uses their car horns. And, here in the Midwest (or the Upper Great Plains, or wherever I am), people do pretty much anything they can to avoid using their horns.
But, as I've mentioned, I used to live on the East Coast and got kind of used to people using their car horns. It's not really meant to be rude, it's just a way to make sure that people know you're there -- or that you have a complaint about something that they've done.
So, well, I am pretty much the only person I know who honks his car horn out here. I try to only use that power for good, and not evil. In fact, I usually say out loud in my car "Don't make me honk at you" a couple of times before I actually do it.
Why am I telling you all of this tonight? Because, as I was leaving the parking garage after work today I pulled up behind some big jeep-y truck-y thing. (For argument, let's say it was an Xterra.) So I'm sitting being the Xterra waiting for it to move forward and pull into the street.
No traffic going by.
Xterra not moving.
Still no traffic going by.
Xterra still not moving.
A car goes by, and I can see in silhouette that the driver is holding a phone up to his ear and doing something in the passenger seat.
I honk.
The idiot in the Xterra rolls forward, and turns into traffic. And... well... almost gets nailed by the cars coming from both directions.
Yeah. Apparently even after I honked Xterra guy didn't find it necessary to actually pay attention to what was going on around him. Gotta love that.
1 comment:
I know this wasn't the point, but I really like that you picked to call the jeep-y truck-y thing an Xterra...for many reasons. ;)
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