The small street running parallel to Bloor over to Church St. is one way, and small enough that it's going to ordinarily have just the one lane of traffic. As I was walking along this road, a woman was trying to back into a parking space. The car immediately behind her vigorously honked at her before finally squeezing through and jamming on the gas to go forward...
...about ten feet, to where a post office truck and another car were blocking the way. The car in such a hurry began to obnoxiously honk again.
Coming up beside this car, as, again, it hadn't yet gone any real distance from me and I could EASILY catch up, I made a ridiculous horn honking motion, which somehow achieved the desired result of getting this guy to roll down his window.
"Stop honking," I told him, "you're not going to get anywhere faster!"
"What should I do? Just WAIT for these people to move?!?"
To which I immediately replied "YES!!!"
His wife/girlfriend, doing her best goofy Kristen-Wiig-as-a-specifically-moronic-character-from-an-SNL-sketch, leaned over, as though she was struggling to comprehend, and said "no, that's wrong."
Before driving off the driver said "I should honk at YOU!" Which is a ridiculous statement describing an action that, while already having minimal practical effect on another driver, would have even less of an effect on a pedestrian. I'm on a sidewalk, I don't have to move anywhere. What is this honking business? All it does is rile up the blood.
To make a long story short, I wanted a crowbar and licence to smash the guys window. That would have been a highly satisfying act.
If I'm in the car with you, and you're an excessive, angry honker, and I seem to be okay with it, that's just because I'm trying to placate you. I'm actually terrified for my safety.
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