Let me just say that while I understand why every vehicle comes with an operational horn, I don't think everyone should be entitled to have an operational one.
It was bad enough when I lived in the ghetto with my roommate and the low-lives we shared the neighborhood with were the lazy types of losers who would pull over on the street and just lay on their horns until their friends came out.
Today, I felt adventurous and decided to see how I could handle driving after being sick.
At about 8:45 am, I went to Subway to get supper for tonight. Across the street from Subway is a mini-mini-mall with a Dollar General and a tool store.
It was too far away to see who it was in particular, but someone felt the need to keep honking their horn. And no, it wasn't a car alarm, because it wasn't a steady horn blast. There'd be a short toot, then a long tooooooooooooooooooot, then a few short toots again, then a loooooooong tooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooot.....oh it was so annoying.
I'm betting someone's kid got a hold of the steering wheel, or some legally deceased bumpkin went out for their morning venture to Dollar General for a gallon of milk and couldn't stop hitting the horn, thinking it was the gas pedal.
It was bad enough when I lived in the ghetto with my roommate and the low-lives we shared the neighborhood with were the lazy types of losers who would pull over on the street and just lay on their horns until their friends came out.
Today, I felt adventurous and decided to see how I could handle driving after being sick.
At about 8:45 am, I went to Subway to get supper for tonight. Across the street from Subway is a mini-mini-mall with a Dollar General and a tool store.
It was too far away to see who it was in particular, but someone felt the need to keep honking their horn. And no, it wasn't a car alarm, because it wasn't a steady horn blast. There'd be a short toot, then a long tooooooooooooooooooot, then a few short toots again, then a loooooooong tooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooot.....oh it was so annoying.
I'm betting someone's kid got a hold of the steering wheel, or some legally deceased bumpkin went out for their morning venture to Dollar General for a gallon of milk and couldn't stop hitting the horn, thinking it was the gas pedal.


Seems that his buddy knew about it, but decided not to tell anyone. Did he leave the keys behind, so the car could be moved? Of course not! Car was locked, the keys were 200 miles away.

He knew, that the Mazda would "chirp" after I'd locked it in Grandma's driveway. A second press of the key fob, and the car would honk once, letting me know that it was locked. If he heard the first chirp, he'd actually get off the car, and not leave his muddy footprints all over it
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