Sometimes I think I live in a sitcom.
Today I headed to Edwardsville to do my Target visit and as I was pulling into the parking spot the car in the spot next to mine started to back out. I stopped and hit the horn. They kept coming. I hit the horn again. They still kept coming.
Then I laid on the horn with everything in me & yelled, "Why isn't she stopping?!?"
She still kept coming and stopped after her car hit mine. She immediately pulled forward and then got out of her car and started talking to me.
In sign language.
Yeah, no wonder she didn't hear me hit the horn.