The Honking…or “Heeeeere’s Johnny!”

Alright, so my wife shared the following story on Facebook this morning…

I really needed to be at the bank first thing this morning since they were closed yesterday. It didn’t go as planned.

I grab the baby, still in his PJ’s and go to put him in his car seat. I shut the car door and the horn blares and is stuck. I look down, no, I am not holding the panic button on my keys. It’s still honking! I press on the steering wheel. IT’S STILL GOING! I start and stop the engine. STILL HONKING!!! Oh no! My neighbor works overnights and got home not too long ago.. IT. WONT. STOP!! The workers across the street are staring.. STOP THE MADNESS!!! I bang on the steering wheel and it finally stops. What was that?!!?

I back out and it starts again. There’s something loose in the steering wheel for sure. I just keep driving. I am now driving down a residential area of town sounding perfectly insane, surely disturbing everyone. I finally get it to stop by pressing on a certain place with one finger. I drive all the way to the bank with my finger pressed on this spot. I can’t help but laugh out loud. I can only imagine how ridiculous I look..

At the bank, I let go. It doesn’t honk. Dare I breathe? I am about to name this car Christine or Pandora. While waiting in the drive-through at the bank I find in the manual which fuse leads to the horn. I need an oil change anyway, so I’ll just go and have them pull the fuse. Long story short, I have new oil but they didn’t know what the heck to do to find a fuse.

I decided to drive out of town so if it goes off again it wont disturb anyone. I find the fuse (easy!!) and I cant get it out with my fingers so I will stick a pair of needle nose pliers in the car and we will see what happens.. Stay tuned..

So, how was your morning?

So, for those who may have been staying tuned, those who didn’t get the first part of the story in the first place but should have, and for those who didn’t know at all…you’re now all caught up.

In our household, the evening routine on a normal night normally goes as follows: Jay goes to bed anywhere from 7:30-9:30. Tara will go to bed anywhere from 8:30-10:30. After that is my quiet time to write, read, or catch up on the DVR. So tonight, I’m catching up on the DVR, and I hear this car horn sound that at first thought could be in the universe of my show I’m watching. 20-30 seconds passes, and I revise my thoughts. Pausing the show, I still hear the horn. Another 20-30 seconds pass before my wife’s Facebook post from this morning occurs to me.

I go wake up Tara. She had just gottenĀ to sleep a little bit before this. And yes, this was midnight. Tara finds her keys as I put my shoes on. Has Jay waken up? No. I run out to touch the horn to make it stop. I only hear one front door shut, and that is of my neighboring county sheriff deputy neighbor’s house. No one had come out on the porch or in the yard.

So I suggest to Tara that we go ahead and pull that fuse. I find a light and she finds the needle nose pliers. As we are walking back outside, I remark about how it didn’t seem to wake anyone up. Then my next thought was “watch, they called the cops”. Tara thought the responding officer would get a laugh out of the situation if that did happen.

Now my wife is back asleep (or getting there), my son never woke up, and I’m writing this before going back to my show.

I wonder what would have happened with that horn if I had gone to bed early…