Hate the Honk

I am having one of those days where I want to rip out every vehicle horn and make the drivers eat them.  I am sure everyone here has one of those days, even the people born here whose first memories, even if subconsciously, is of the incessant honking of horns. 

People are hardwired to honk here.  There could be no one around for miles but they would still honk their horns.  Horns are honked so much here that the honk has lost its use.  In the US where horns are used judiciously, a honk still gets attention.  You hear a honk when driving and you know there is something to respond to. Here, with dozens of honks coming from all directions at all times, you have more chances of seeing a baby flea on a passing elephant's butt than seeing what to respond to while in traffic.

Still, despite this cacophony and the driving style which seems best to personify "devil may care" and the monstrous buses and lorries charging hither and yon among the pedestrians who walk across the busy street as serenely as Jesus must have walked on water, there is a surprising lack of serious accidents on these city streets.

But I don't think that has anything to do with the horns honking...