"Ma, Kapara?"
Ok, I may be slightly exaggerating, but I was really scared and my heart was beating a mile a minute. I sought refuge strategically, and drove into a space in-between two cars in right lane. The giant van swerved recklessly into the left lane, and as it passed me, I turned my head to see whether the driver would signal anything. Intentionally or unintentionally, the passenger next to the driver did a sort of wave with his hand.
And then they were gone.
Relief flooded me. The adrenaline in my blood dissipated, allowing my heartbeat to slowly return to normal.
I continued driving and took the exit... only to discover the very same giant VW van up ahead, waiting at a red light.
The driver had his window open. So I thought... Ok, I'm calm now. Let's find out what he was honking at!
I pulled up next to him, rolled down my window and asked.
Surfer-dude in the driver's seat looked at me and said, "Ma, Kapara?" [Given the surfer-dude context, I'll translate that: "What, babe?"]
I repeated my question: "That honking back there, the angry, continual honking..."
"Oh... maybe someone wanted to get in and you weren't letting them in...?" he replied, uncertainly.
Me, very definitely: "Nope, no one was trying to get in front of me."
Him: "Oh, well... I don't know..." And then, conversationally: "So... where you headed?"
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