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.
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OH MY GOD KIM!
You 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;
This 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!
I hope that was as annoying as a honk.
:)
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