On my drive home from work on Ward Parkway, several war protestors were stationed at the fountains roundabout.
Among their signs was one that read “Honk for Peace.”
I would say a bunch of cars honking during rush hour leads to the exact opposite of peace.
It’s a catch 22. If you honk you incite rage, possibly violence. If you don’t honk, you’re a war monger.
What did you do?
I yelled out my window: “Your sign, while clever, is hopelessly flawed. Have you considered the peace logo? Also, a dry erase board would come in handy for times like these when a revision becomes apparent!”
Surely, he heard all that.
I didn’t honk.
Haven’t you heard?
Every time a driver honks his horn, an angel gets his wings.
Stooks, your ‘zingers’ are like rejects from a 1930’s vaudville act. I can alomost here the party favor sound when you remove your stripped straw hat and do that ‘look at the silly man, audience’ shuffle. Whooo–oooo—-ooooop. My guess is you had a few (read:2) friends in high school, and maybe that first night when you stayed out past your curfew and shared a beer, you said something that one of them giggled at. This does not mean you are funny. So get off the fucking stage——->see Stooks, that was an actual zinger.