The Cockroach

Late last week I almost witnessed a car accident. It was in Crown Heights and a big winnebago nearly smashed into the back of some kind of sedan. The winnebago driver, clearly incensed that the sedan would stop short, started honking furiously. Unfortunately for the winnebago driver, his honk was a fast, high-pitched version of "La Cucaracha." I laughed very hard. Then he honked again. I nearly fell down.

Upon telling this story to Jeff and Chris we deduced two possibilities. One, the driver did not know that his winnebago honked "La Cucaracha," or else he would not use it in a serious honking situation. Or two, and far more likely, this at-the-time-prospective winnebago driver made a conscious decision to forego practical honking in favor of this cool-ass "La Cucaracha" honk. Clearly the temptation to cruise up to his buddy's house blaring Mexican folk music was too much for this guy to take.

Left with no other option, this man expressed his anger and frustration by honking "La Cucaracha" in the most sincere manner he possibly could. And thank God for that.

Honk!