Unsatisfied

Picture this. You're driving down the highway. Kim Mitchell is on the radio and you've just belted out "Those patio lanterns they were uh err uh yeahhh......patio lanterns!". Then all of a sudden some moron comes zooming up beside you and cuts you off making a lane change. Instinctively, you slam your hand into the middle of the wheel and 'Thud'. What?!?! Where is the blare of the horn to let that jackass know he almost killed someone?

I know its not on every car, but at least the ones a drive at home, that is where the airbag lies. Meanwhile, the horn button has been relegated to the side of the wheel, accessible only to one's thumbs. Come on now! But by the time I figure out where the horn is, the moment has completely passed. And half the relief/fun of honking the horn is the whole arm action of slamming into it. What kind of satisfaction comes from pressing your thumb on a button? If anything it just bottles up your aggression, leading to aneurysms and whatnot later on in life.

The only time the button horn is good is for when you're angry and instead of a big intimidating HONK, your car lets out some pathetic, wimpish beep. Whooo, don't mess with me man or I'll beep at you and cause you to laugh so hard you veer of the road. So if i know my car has the beep than the thumb button can save a moment of embarrassment. But that is it's only positive. I can't stress that enough.