The Angry Minute 2-2-01 ___________________________________________________

As far back as I can remember, there are three things a good catholic upbringing has taught me:
You don't LIE
You don't say SHUT UP
And you don't blast your car horn waiting for a friend.
Last night I had the pleasure of listening to the symphony of a car bugle while a friend apparently took his or her time.
It's amazing these things ever begin. Somewhere, someone at some point, thought this was an OK idea..??
Of course what monkey's See, Monkey's Do, and now we're faced with an epidemic of clangorous messaging that makes a traffic jam seem tranquil.
I'm not talking about the one or two taps that follow a phone call that says "hey I'll be over in two minutes, Look for me"… *honk-honk* …I'm talking about the prolonged wail that says "I'm much too lazy to get out of my car and walk the thirteen steps to your door, when I have a set of legs in the comfort of my car!?"
Do you NOT think anybody else in the neighborhood hears THIS?? How do you think your friend hears it?
And it doesn't just happen in the daytime, it occurs in the evening, the early morning, the middle of the night-it's like a colony of sloths were spawn from pods from a planet where noise pollution feeds the poor??!
Even if you don't have an ounce of self-respect for yourself, at least have enough compassion for us mortals who see the obvious flaw in your character.
Get out of your car, and knock on the *bleeping* door, ring the *honk* doorbell, or make the *honk * phone call… or I'm emerging MY house with wire clippers and a bullhorn-only I'm not gonna say a word, only a earsplitting sample of how your wreckless noise pollution wrecks my hobby of living in peace…now accompanied by several ANGRY MINUTES.
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