Honk If You!

There is an intersection in Los Angeles where every Friday evening war protestors and war lovers demonstrate. The anti-war people take one side and the pro-war people take the other. It's a fairly busy intersection, and cars line up at the light waiting for their greens.

Of course, all of the demonstrators have signs encouraging the drivers to honk their horns in support. So on Friday evenings this particular intersection becomes a honking-loud corner, but you never can be sure who is winning the war of public opinion (at this corner) because the horns aren't position-specific.

They're just loud. And frequent.

This evening I was about seven cars back from the light, waiting for it to turn green. I heard the usual "toot-tooting" and "beep-beeping" and was chucking to myself whenever one side of protestors cheered at a honk, thus claiming it as theirs. How can they tell? But then up ahead came a looooong "beeeeeeeeeeeeep. Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep."

"Man," I thought, "someone up there either really loves or hates the president." Then the light turned green and I started moving, and as I neared the intersection I realized there was some jerk trying to make a left turn but not from the left-turn lane.

There was no doubt at that point who the honking was for.