I enjoyed your column about horn-honkers and fully agree with you. The “I’m more important than you” disorder seems to run deep in drivers on North Fulton roads.
I think you might be amused at how my dad handled the horn-honkers of the 1950s and 1960s. He would put his car in park, turn off the ignition and very casually/slowly walk over to the offender’s car. Then he would lean on the roof of their car, put on his best smile and ask if they needed some help. Needless to say, this would be a good way to get shot in today’s world.
And since I’m giving you a glimpse of how he responded to what he considered bad behavior, I’ll tell you that if he thought someone was too old to be trick-or-treating on Halloween he would put a scoop of ice cream in their bag.
I hope I brought a smile to your face today. I promise this stuff really happened.