I was sitting in traffic last night on my way back from Richmond, VA in the Mixing Bowl (nickname given to the area where I-95 meets I-495 south of Washington, DC because of the heavy construction and traffic the area is known for) and a thought occurred to me: wouldn't it be fun to brighten the evening of all these people stuck in traffic? You know the whole da-da-da-da-da.... da da
thing, right? One person goes da-da-da-da-da
and another person replies da da.
It can be done anywhere--beat on your chest, knock on a door, or... honk your horn. So, I get this mental picture of the parking lot that is I-95 (Do you know where the largest parking lot in the world is? Disney World's Magic Kingdom. Do you know where the second largest parking lot in the world is? I-495.) filled with people honking their horns with the whole call-response thing going on. There would be news reports showing people smiling and laughing while sitting in traffic, honking their horns, giggling, waiting for the response. Oh, it would have been sweet.
Of course, I didn't have the courage to get it going. Figures.
