Honking, I Have No Use For It!
March 31, 2009Today it occurred to me that if anything could force me out of the city, it would be honking. I’m not talking about the kind of tap, tap honking on the horn that lets the person in front of you know the light is green, no, I am talking about the kind where a person lays their fist on the horn and doesn’t remove it for blocks. The horn is only part of the gesture, there is almost always a dirty look followed by some choice words being mouthed and inevitably a physical gesture that confirms all that was being mouthed. The whole scene is disturbing to say the least. For anyone who hasn’t lived in a city, you might be thinking that something warranted this acoustic, verbal and physical assault but, you’d be wrong. Nearly always, it is absolutely nothing or something incredibly minor (i.e. someone who is one or two cars behind someone that is yielding to a pedestrian is more than enough to set off the tirade). There are many things wrong with the scene I describe, not the least of which is the person who suffers the most is the person walking down the sidewalk who had nothing to do with it but is feet from the blaring horn with nothing to muffle the sound (i.e. me). It is my least favorite thing about the city. On the upside, I love being able to walk pretty much everywhere I need to go - even if it means enduring a little honking.






