A vehicle horn is a sound-making device used to warn and/or caution others of the approach of the vehicle or of its presence.
With this in mind, I have to say I believe this isn’t what most people use the vehicle horn for nowadays.
As I was returning home from the neighborhood Stop N Shop grocery store a few nights past, I was coming up to an intersection that to continue my trek home required me to turn right. The light, however, turned red before I got the intersection. Being the responsible and competent driver that I am, I slowed to a come to a stop so that- if the coast was clear- I would then proceed and make my right-hand turn. The taxi driver behind me, however, had other designs. He apparently believes that a red light does not mean to come to a complete stop and proceed with caution, bu that it means to continue through the light without regard for my safety or the safety of others in other vehicles or pedestrians around me.
Now those of you who have ridden in a car with me I am sure have at one point or another witnessed my “game” with people who insist upon being rude to other drivers on the road. Is my going 5 mph over the speed limit during rush hour still not fast enough for you that you insist on tailgating me? Oh, what’s that??? I think my car has suddenly lost power! Damn! My odometer must be broken it’s reading now 5 mph under the speed limit. Sorry! What’s that you want to cut me off because even though you’ve driven this route countless times you still want to be the jerk that cuts in front of everyone HOLDING UP TRAFFIC because you couldn’t be the bigger sensible guy and PLAN ahead? Looks like you’ll have to be a jerk to someone else because this sugar isn’t letting you in.
So when the taxi driver behind me hits his horn to tell me to not slow down and to continue through the light and make my turn, I make a decision to pretend that I don’t know you can turn on red after a complete stop. And I sit through the red light. Unhappy with my choice, the taxi driver begins to hit his horn again. Repeatedly. At least 8 or 9 times. I can’t help but laugh out loud at his display of stupidity and look around at the car beside me. There in the SUV next to me is a girl giving me a thumbs-up sign, with a huge grin on her face saying “Good job! Stay there!” Believe it or not the guy didn’t let up. He kept honking his horn until the light changed. He then followed me through our turn and completed an illegal action by turning into an outlet only lane.
I can’t even being to tell you the kind of satisfaction I had in causing his ire.
Moral of the story: You unwisely display to all watching what a completely ridiculous individual you are. (To put it very nicely.) Choose your actions wisely when using the horn on your vehicle. Instead of achieving a desired result you might end up receiving the reverse action.
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noun, plural he·roes; for 5 also he·ros.
1. a person of distinguished courage or ability, admired for their brave deeds and noble qualities.
2. a person who, in the opinion of others, has heroic qualities or has performed a heroic act and is regarded as a model or ideal:He was a local hero when he saved the drowning child.
Definition courtesy of dictionary.com one of my favorite go-to tools. (This is only the first two listings for this term.)
Heroes come in all sizes and shapes and are of any creed. They usually make an appearance in our lives when we least expect them which- rightly so- has a tendency to make their impact all the more noticeable. When was the last time you had your last look at a everyday hero? Was it a parent that kissed away your tears? Or was it a glimpse of your wife after she spent hours in childbirth to bring into this world your first born? Was it the complete stranger who gave you a hug because you were crying in the middle of the school day?
Yesterday, as I was making my daily commute home on Boston’s finest public transit, the Green line (for all the non-Bostonians reading this- I’m being sarcastic, very sarcastic), I spotted a glimpse of one such hero. Of course, technically, everyday I’m sure I come across a bunch of heroes, but yesterday I was privy to witness to an heroic deed. To me as a third party, Craig was a good samaritan. To Megan, he was a hero. (I made up names because I didn’t actually get either person’s name.) Craig saved Megan from being squashed in the subway doors. The subway driver wasn’t patient enough for both Megan and I to get on the train. As I was mostly on and more alert than Megan, Craig grabbed Megan and pulled her into the already packed train. When I say packed think six people crammed into a standard Johnny-on-the-Job and that’s what an entire subway train car was like. Yes, I was in Hell. It didn’t smell much better than a Johnny-on-the-Job either. All those unwashed bodies…. people in need of a breath mint…. I’m cringing just reliving the twice daily experience- better stop.
Gently swaying branches, the sound of rustling leaves as the wind playfully passes through the branches of the towering trees that are located on the cliff upon which I stand. Fresh mountain air blowing over the tops of the trees of the forest that lies at my feet. Sun shines through the canopy of clouds and treetops.
Hanging Rock, North Carolina. Trees are Pinus pungens. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Sorry had to calm myself after my “Doug Moment”. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, firstly, SHAME ON YOU!!!! Secondly, finish reading this and go immediately “Do Not Pass Go, Do Not Collect $200s” and rent Up, yes it’s a cartoon, but totally worth it for the scene that my “Doug Moment”stems from. For those curious, I was imagining I was on Hanging Rock at Hanging Rock State Park in Danbury, North Carolina. I hiked it a couple of times (see Facebook pics).
Any-who, Craig rescued Megan from the terrifying jaws of the Green line B train doors and she lives today- with all her limbs attached and intact- to tell the tale. Craig impressed me, not only because he was cute, 🙂 but because he wasn’t in a self-absorbed cloud that most city people live in to help out a person when it was within his power to do so.
Dear Everyday Hero,
I thank you on behalf of myself or for whomever your unsuspecting damsel might be. It is nice to be reminded that humanity and compassion has not left this earth completely. I thank you for the opportunity afforded to me to witness your heroic deed, thus restoring my waning faith.
I pray help is bestowed upon you in a time of need. And that in turn you experience the same lightening of heart as your damsel felt and I, as a witness, underwent.
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