Who You Honkin' At?

VJ took me to the airport this morning. Nice and happy older guy. As we
pulled out of the hotel, he said, "Sir, I apologize. I'm going to have to
use my horn."

"I know. It's okay," I said.

"Okay sir. I am sorry. If I don't use horn, we crash."

"Not a problem. Honk all you need to," I said.

And he did. At one point, there were cars coming in all directions, and VJ was honking
away. Given VJ's jolly personality, I couldn't resist.

"VJ?" I said.

"Yes sir?" he said.

"Which one are you honking at?" I asked.

"Oh Mr. Josh, you see that guy right there? I am telling him that I'm going
to pass him."

As he honked and waived at another car, I asked again. "What about now?"

"Sir, he's a bad driver. I tell him to move over," he said.

And so we played "Who You Honkin' At?" for the next 40 minutes. He honked and I
guessed which one. And sometimes I would tell VJ which car I thought needed
to be honked. And so VJ would honk.

I learned that no one gets angry at you for honking at them. That the slow
lane is on the left, and that you pass on the right.

"VJ! You're passing on the left," I said.

"Mr. Josh, I so sorry. Sometimes I have to break the rules. Don't worry," he
said.

"But they're honking at you," I said.

"Mr. Josh, everybody honks," he said.

Yes they do VJ. Yes they do.