I was driving downtown to drop my wife off at the museum when a car started drifting dangerously into my lane. I beeped the horn to alert the driver and when I drove by, the teenage kid in the back seat flicked me off! I didn’t have a long annoying horn, nor a machine gun type rat-ta-tat-tat beep. All I did was beep once so we wouldn’t collide. The father was reading a map and driving at the same time.
I have to admit that my blood started to boil and I was tempted to blast him a new one when their car stopped next to me in front of the light. Instead, I buzzed down my window, stared intently, and told the kid, “Don’t embarrass your parents. I beeped at you guys because you were halfway in my lane and didn’t even know it.”
The dad was still clueless as to why I was talking to his punk kid and he also rolled down his window to ask, “What’s up?”