Daily decorums - beep beep

Hello my darlings,

I feel that the universe needs a measure of manners, an infusion of etiquette, a dose of decorum.   Who better to start a movement like this than your's truly! 

What's that you say?  You don't believe the that the judgmental, bawdy, masklophobe, wannabe bloggess is actually qualified to launch such a movement.  Well, you're right!  Luckily that has NEVER actually stopped me from opining on the triviality of everyday life. 

Today, is no different!

While this certainly won't be a daily bit, I intend to more frequently inflict my version of Miss Manners, which I affectionately call Daily Decorums, on all of you.  These are societal nuisances where I believe a bit more decorum, or at least a little less asshole, would yield a much better result.  

The inagural decorum is dedicated to Horn honking

In my cute little downtown abode I am subject to frequent horn honks as people fail to appropriately navigate the four-way stop directly beneath me.  This is often accompanied by shouts, grunts, guffaws and the all-too frequent engine rev.  Fortunately, it is infrequently accompanied by the sound of crunching metal, meaning the honk was probably not a means to avoid a catastrophic collision. 

I also hear my fair share of horns honking when I, as a law-abiding pedestrian, am crossing the street.  I see those eyes-rolling from those of you that have walked around downtown with me.  True, I jaywalk regularly downtown.  However, in the suburbs, where my office is located, jaywalking would be a suicide mission.  Even daring to walk in a crosswalk with the walk sign illuminated regularly feels like a death-defying act. 

As the purveyor of said decorums I think it's only fair that I share with you how I handle such inconsiderate actions.  You'll be pleased to know that when these assclowns dare to honk their horns at me, when I am legally crossing the street, I immediately stop and proudly display my middle finger!  

The lesson in all of this is that honking your horn almost never elicits the response you were hoping for, unless, of course, you were looking for someone to tell you to "Fuck Off!"

Keep that in mind next time you want to hit that horn, and/or if I happen to be in your car.  

Until next time...

XOXO