Weenies

Yes, I'm describing my carpool mates use of their horns. They use them in a weenie-ly manner, which is to say that they don't use them at all. But, when Madd Dogg (that's me) uses her horn, you'd think that the freakin' Pope had just announced that he's pro-choice. Everyone gasps, grabs the nearest doorhandle, and then promptly begins debating whether I impermissibly used my horn or whether the person I honked out is gonna get out and kick our collective ass. Puh-leez. First, I can kick all sorts of ass, so they shouldn't be afraid. Second, why in the hell do we have horns if we aren't supposed to use them?? Someone cuts in front of me, I'm gonna let them know it pissed me off. Someone is about to, oh I don't know, drive into my lane because they are so busy playing tetherball with the glitterball hanging from the rearview mirror that they aren't paying attention to where they're driving, I should be able to honk at them! Whew. Just had to get that out of my system.