Walking along, my reverie is interrupted by loud honking. Nope, not at me — no texting while crossing streets here.
Looks like a car is unable to easily maneuver in or out of a street parking space. Other drivers stop and lean on their horns. And lean some more.
It’s all over the city. We really should relax.
More honking. So much hostility. So many crowds. So many demands.
A large cargo-type truck slows to a near stop. The driver leans out his window at the commotion. “You are all behaving like children!” He hollers in heavily-accented perfect English. “You should be ashamed of yourselves!”
Ha! I try not to laugh. No need to fan the flames.
He’s right, too. But what to do?
Be the love, baby. Be the love.
“Go f*ck yourself!”