By LUCY ORMONDE
Growing up, my mum only had one set of rules for whom I could and could not date.
And that was this.
Any boy who beeped his car horn out the front of the house – rather than take the time to come inside, knock on the front door and awkwardly meet the parents – wasn’t worth my time.
And that is perhaps where my aversion to car horns started.
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Which brings me to my next point.
Am I the only person who thinks drivers have become a little too liberal with the use of the ol’ car horns lately? Seriously – why is everyone so angry?
On any given morning, I usually have a vision of how the first few hours of the day will play out. I’ll hop into my car, crank the heater, listen to some calming tunes and make a pit stop for a latte. But on more than one occasion recently, the shock of unnecessary car horns is causing me to spill coffee down my t-shirt.
Kinda like this: