The street we live on is fairly busy and also happens to be on a bus route. Along with having buses going back and forth there are also a few business buildings on the street that seem to deal with industrial things because they are always getting deliveries from big trucks. When you combine trucks unloading, public buses, lots of cars and a two lane road (with people parallel parking on both sides) you can get a lot of stopped traffic. If you worked all day (like some crazy people I know) you might never realize the traffic jams that happen on our street, because they usually only take place between 9-5, M-F. However, if you are home all day then at least once a hour or so you are rudely brought out of your knitting trance by
HHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!! HONK, HONK, HONK, HONK, HHHOOONNNKKK!!!!!
On days that I am really bored, I even open the window and watch the dramatics unfold. (I know, I've really got to get a life.) I just want to scream to these people, "How do you think honking is going to solve the problem?!? The delivery guy knows he is blocking traffic and from the looks of things, he is not rushing himself at all to get that truck unloaded. In fact, he seems to have a smug little smile on his face every time you honk!" But the drivers just don't seem to listen to my telepathic messages so they just go right on honking. Sometimes the honking gets to me so much that it is all I can do to suppress my desire to hurl a tomato from my third floor window right onto their windshield. Now that would give them something to honk about!
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