Horn is broken...
You have to take the good with the bad... the bitter with the sweet... count your blessings... into every life a little rain must fall... HORN IS BROKEN - WATCH FOR FINGER!

What the heck am I talking about? Let me first say that the good side is that I am glad I don't have to rise before daybreak and embark on a treacherous commute through a hellish freeway system to slave away at some horrible job (been there, done that). I work at home which means I can usually get up when I'm ready and go about my business. This morning at about 6:35 AM I was sleeping peacefully... in some pleasant dream about who knows what -- probably about 15 minutes away from waking slowly and naturally, feeling refreshed. Into my consciousness came the steady whine of a car horn. This wasn't the first time. I got up and put on some clothes and went out to the street below our window. There was some piece of junk Pontiac Grand Am wailing away like a banshee. While I was writing down the license number I noticed the sticker about the broken horn. How appropriate, I thought; this car giving the finger to my blissful sleep. Fortunately I ran across another neighbor who lives on the first floor directly below me. We had a quick conference about what to do and I gave her the info. She was more irate than me and not handicapped by my live-and-let-live attitude so she would call security. You go girl! The wailing stopped a while later.

There is also a pick-up that likes to park below as well. It has a hair-trigger alarm that goes off every time a car passes, and then launches into a steady chorus of HONK! HONK! HONK! HONK! HONK! HONK! until its master shuts it off somehow. Is such noise pollution necessary? It just makes you wish someone would steal these damn cars and dismantle them in the seediest chop-shop on the planet... and let the owners take the bad with the good.