So. I am a grown up. No matter how hard it is for me to accept the fact, I am no longer in my twenties. Grown up. And as a grown up, I feel a certain sense of responsibility to uphold the title in all its glory. I help children that are lost in shopping marts. I pick up litter when it's within reach and doesn't impede my destination. I also own and drive my very own, fully paid off, Toyota Tacoma. Grown up. As the owner and operator of such a grown up vehicle, I also feel it is my grown up responsibility to drive conscientiously. I also feel it is my grown up right to be pissed at those grown ups that don't recognize their own responsibility. Like the idiot that full on cut in front of me not only after he had made eye contact, but he had enough time after the eye contact to pause, look the other direction, and still make the decision to force me to slam on my brakes. Not tap, slam. Full stop in the middle of the street. And for such an action, what grown up would deny you the right to blare your grown up horn? So I did. Little did I remember, Toyota made a fatal flaw in designing the 1995 Toyota Tacoma, that flaw being the intimidating power of the horn. Or should I say the lack thereof. The sound of my horn resembles that of a toy car horn, or clown horn, or the occasional squeaky toy in the dog food section of the grocery store. Intimidated? Hardly. Laughable. Anyone that I honk at does not question their own stupidity in driving, but rather, asks themselves "for real? Was that a car horn? Cute." If anything, it encourages bad behavior.
So what do I do? Voluntarily give up my grown up right to honk? Turn the other cheek? Buy a new, guttural, man-voice horn? I think not. For now, I've decided to honk at random with little rhyme or reason and maybe, just maybe, people will be so busy laughing they'll have to stop and think twice about cutting me off. Preemptive strike, if you will....
