So tonight, my buddy and I went out for dinner…after some hornblasting, of course.
After some great laughs, we “hit” one last plaza before grabbing some food. we saw a couple walking in the parking lot, so I pulled up near them and gave a good honk. They both jumped so high; it was by far the best & funniest reaction of the night.
So, we call it quits & head for my favorite diner, just a block away. We get a nice booth & start looking at the menus when:
All the sudden, this huge guy has a knife at my throat & starts screaming at me. Before I knew what was going on, he had his hands around my throat, choking me. I threw him off me & stood up, and by then several restaurant staff came between us (lucky me, as I’m not a big guy). My friend had stood up by then, and this crazy man continues to yell at us for—get this—giving his wife a heart attack.
Next, his wife comes flying in the restaurant yelling at us—screaming about crazy horns. Needless to say, this couple truly looked insane to all the customers, who were by now fixated on the dispute.
They finally leave after the man attempts to throw some punches. Several minutes later, a policeman walks up to our booth—the restaurant owner called the cops.
So, being quick witted, I tell the cop the entire story truthfully. The only exception was that the couple “walked in front of my car.” I even told him about the train horns (thinking that if it was the couple that called the cops, I would need full disclosure).
He just took our names and numbers down—we gave him a quick (albeit lacking) description of the crazed man and his wife. He shook my hand and left.
After the meal, the whole situation just hit me----I burst out laughing when I realized that this whole thing was started by a few horns.
ROFLMAO!
Regards,
Kipp
