Yesterday, some dude cut into my lane in the middle of a left turn. It was a two-lane left turn and I was on the outer left lane, but while I was making my turn, the guy in the inner left lane cut right in front of me while in the intersection. Luckily, due to my catlike reflexes and NASCAR driving deftness, I was able to brake just enough for the fool to squeeze through.
But I didn't honk.
If my mom was in the passenger seat, she would've reached over to honk the horn of my car at such a transgression (she gets mad). My dad would probably not have even noticed being half asleep. But when it's just me driving, I rarely use the horn. I'm too busy making sure I don't crash to give in to the knee jerk reaction of honking. And by the time the douchebag passes, it seems pointless to honk. So I let it go, 'cause I'm so forgiving. There's a window when a honk makes sense, but once that window passes, it just seems petty. The guy does need to a lesson though, a lesson in pain. I should've followed him to his destination and do a flying windmill to his face. That would make him a better driver.
3 comments:
My incredible dexterity allows me to swerve and honk at the same time.
I always honk. People need to know when they do things that endanger the lives of others.
What if a week later this guy decides to do it again, but this time the person he cuts in front of doesn't pay as much attention as you do?
That's why I always honk.
Plus, it's fun.
I can get pretty angry while driving, but the problem with my car is that the honk is super soft. It's more like...a kitten mewing. ha ha. So really, my honking doesn't do much.
I don't usually honk unless someone is about to hit me, but if they irk me, I usually tailgate them a bit and stare at them through their rear-view mirror while slowly shaking my head. because i know they're watching.
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