To kill a mocking bird

I hate driving in New York. I can drive in New York. Since I learned to drive here, I can hold my own pretty well. But I hate it. I hate the congestion, I hate the constant beeping, I hate the swerving cars, and the double parked cars taking up lanes, and the cars turning left that hold up the whole lane. You get my drift. I hate it all. Although I don't mind driving at night or early morning when the streets are empty.

Today I sat on a street for fifteen minutes because there was a hold-up ahead. I couldn't tell what was happening. Neither could anyone behind me. But of course it started. Beeeeeeeeep!!! Beeeeeeeeeeeeep! I wish there was a horn in the back of my car to beep at the driver behind me. Really? Do you think I'm just sitting here because I have nothing better to do and no where else to go? That I want to annoy you? I don't understand what beeping accomplishes when there is no where to go, except to release your annoyance and bother other drivers in the process.

Me? I put the car in park, reclined my seat, and listened to music. No need to stress when you can relax just as well.

When the traffic finally let up, you can bet everyone sped up to catch the light, after being held back for so long.

So there I was driving along, the street was clear so I was trying to cover as much ground as I could before the light turned red. And there in the street were two birds, seemingly unaware that I was about to bear down on them.

I have never hit or killed any animals before, thank G-d. (Nor people.) Oh my G-d! I am about to kill a bird!

So I did the only thing I could: I beeped.

Well guess what? It works as well with birds as with cars. They flew away, the road was clear and I kept on going.

And my track record of never having killed a bird is still clear.

I guess beeping has a purpose after all.