Beware things that go honk in the morning

Grant McGee

Grant McGee

It’s 6:15 on a Sunday morning and someone is beeping their car horn out in front of The Stucco Hacienda.

Why is someone honking their horn this early on a Sunday?

Do I call the cops or do I go outside and investigate?

I decide to do the latter.

I walk out the front door. I look up and down the street. There are lots of cars but no sign of life. I walk to the corner and look down the other street. Nothing.

Going back in the house I see movement in the car parked right in front of The Stucco Hacienda. The side windows were so dark I couldn’t see anything when I came out, but the windshield is clear enough for me to see that there are two people inside.

I walk over and tap on the driver’s side window.

“Excuse me,” I say with a smile, after all, might as well be neighborly.

The window rolls down. There’s a young woman at the wheel and a young man in the passenger’s seat.

The scents of life spill out from the opened window: Stale cigarette smoke, the fragrance of perfume and the pungent smell of last night’s alcohol.

“Hi there,” I say. “Were you beeping the horn?”

“I’m sorry,” says the young woman. “I didn’t know the horn worked when the car is turned off.”

I slowly came to realize how the horn probably came to be beeped.

“Well,” I said. “Please don’t do it again, there are people still sleeping.”

I walked back into the house.

I sat down and pondered a cup of coffee and thought about life, thought about how things are when you’re young and full of everything.

Then I thought what my father might’ve said if he’d encountered the same situation.

He probably would have looked in on the couple and sternly said, “GET A ROOM.”

But then, I’m not my dad.

 GrantMcGee is a long-time broadcaster and former truck driver who rides bicycles and likes to talk about his many adventures on the road of life. Contact him through his blog at:



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