I may be a little late on this, but the Institution wouldn't let me go. <g>
I can not find the original, but here is a paraphrase of a note I sent to SimpleSimon not long ago: After doing some shopping with my wife, she was driving me home while I was playing with my latest boat horn I had purchased at the local marina. It is only about 6" tall including the horn (which is only about 4" long). It fits neatly into the breast pocket of my t-shirt. I always carry it when I'm riding the Meteor Trike. I also have a Bombay curled horn for pedestrians.
Well, I was un-packing the boat horn when we pulled up into the left turn lane at the light into the Country Club where we live. There was an older fella and his wife first in line, a Yippie Fella and his Main-squeeze in a silver/over sparkling-metallic BMW convertible w/top down next (playing squeeze-n-pinch), and we were third. As soon as the light turned green, BMW laid on the horn and wouldn't quit. I admit that I just couldn’t help it...I held that fresh boat horn high out of the window and gave the traditional “18-Wheel-Semi-Horn-Blast” when he can't stop...HOOONK-HOOONK-HONK!!!!
The arrogant Yippie driver buried his head into the steering wheel with both hands covering his head, while his 'former' girlfriend tried her best to get out of the car, and then started beating on Yippie driver to get her out of the car before the train hit!
My Doctor has told me that I should look for little moments of pleasure…they will do me good...this one will last for awhile.