On my way to work this morning, I was a red light. Per usual, I was adrift in mental fogginess, due to the fact i was up late and the Mountain Dew hadn't yet kicked in. Light turned green, and I hadn't moved. Car behind me honks, I go, as I say some expletive or another. That got me thinking what we can tell about a person by the way they honk their horn. Horn: A quick 2 beeps. --------------------------------- Verbal Equivalent: "Excuse me." Person Type: Calm, quiet, patient. Occupation: Librarian, accountant, elementary school teacher Politeness Scale: 1: The probably beeped for you and not themselves. Horn: A single moderate length beep. --------------------------------- Verbal Equivalent: "C'mon." Person Type: Typical, average person. Not overly angry nor particularly understanding. Sees little past their own existence. Can however be guilted into things. Occupation: Any job really. Very broad and diverse group. Politeness Scale: 3-6: Depends on length of beep and how late they are. Horn: 1 short then 1 long beep. --------------------------------- Verbal Equivalent: "F youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, you mother f-er! I'll eat your f-ing soul! Mommy didn't love me! Arrrrrggggghhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!" Person Type: Ugly on the inside and outside. Hates the world because the world has clearly mocked such an ugly person from birth. If its a guy he hits his wife. If its a female she hits her kids. If its a kid (16-20) he hits his dogs. Occupation: Dock workers, dishwashers, criminal. Politeness Scale: 10: Hates the world.
Horn: 1 long beep accompanied with middle finger. --------------------------------- Verbal Equivalent: GTFO of my way you *******! Person Type: Dolphin Fan, posts a lot of humorous one-liners on various MBs. Enjoys the LL, smokes herb when the sun is down. Occupation: Sell restaurant equipment. Politeness Scale: 11: Late for work cause he stayed up too late on the computer.
Out of all the things one can tout as an accomplishment, being cooler than Mor, falls in between successfully working a zipper and a bathroom session where your finger doesn't rip through the paper.
One of these days, someone might call you on that finger, hope you are willing to back it up. knowing you, you would just pop off a good joke and all would end with a good laugh.
I should have added (in his own mind) at the end of the above mentioned statement. "I'm sorry bro, I thought you were a cop!"