I'm sitting in my hotel room, testing UAT plans like the diligent insurance jockey that I am, when I hear a steady HONK HONK HONK eight floors below. If I were back at Someday Farm, I'd chalk it up to migrating geese, but since I'm in the city of brotherly love (HA) I realize it's yet another irate driver. The bouncy honking suddenly turns to one prolonged HOOOONNNNNNNKKKKK....which lasts 17 seconds (I counted).
That may not seem like a long time, but try saying "HOONNNKKK" for 17 seconds and see what kind of mood it puts you in. I can only hope that someone clubbed the driver and the prolonged honk was his/her head thunking forward onto the horn and staying there until s/he regained consciousness and drove meekly home.
Brotherly love, my ass.
OH MY GOD KIM!
ReplyDeleteYou made me laugh out loud with this blog. I have had a completly miserable week (and it's only Tuesday) but you really made my day!
I just hope those horn blowers don't spoil it for you so that the next time you hear a Canadian goose honking you don't go out and club it with a rifle or hoe or whatever!
LOL!
Anyway, take care, have a safe trip and don't get in the way of any of those horn blowers.
Lois
Glad my annoyance gave you joy. (0;
ReplyDeleteThis is the first road rage incident I've heard of where the complainant is not even outside. Poor Kimmy, stuck in noisy San Francisco. WAaaaaaaahH!
ReplyDeleteI hope that was as annoying as a honk.
:)