6-ish AM. Summer morning. Driver in a car, across the street, honking the horn. And, I'm a "tad" hung over.
Slipped on my robe, and mocs, stumbled out my front door, crossed the street, and knocked on his window.
He rolled it down, with a rather puzzled look on his face, and I said, "I don't know where you're from, but here, on THIS street, you'll find a little button beside each front door. I would suggest getting out of your car, walking up to the house, and pushing that button, which will ring a bell in the house, instead of honking your horn, and waking up the Entire FUCKING Neighborhood!"
With that, I turned, and stumbled back to my house.
It wasn't until I was back inside that I realized I hadn't tied the belt on my robe!
That might have gone to further explain the "shocked" look on his face, rather than what I had said.
Never heard that car honking it's horn again, though!
Keep Smilin'!!

Chaz
