Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Honk If You Like the Bird In Sag Harbor

I was driving down main street in Sag Harbor and stopped to let parents who were carrying a baby go across the legal crosswalk.

Suddenly a man (if you want to call him that) in a BMW convertible goes around me and gives me the finger when I honk at him.

By the way, he nearly hit the poor family.

I took his plate # and called the S.H. police to let them know about it.

Sag Harbor needs summer TCO's to help with their traffic situation on main street and the 6 way stops by the wharf and bridge area.  East Hampton has TCO's everywhere.

Oh, and by the way, if everyone would just stop tailgating there would be no gridlock either.

- CP


  1. Thank you for bringing up the tailgating epidemic that is sweeping the area. I ask you....where is the fire? Is it worth the risk of expense and hassle and possible injury to life and limb to get to your destination (if you make it in one piece) a nano-second earlier?

  2. This reminds me of the time I was driving down the Sag Turnpike at night and stopped to let a duck waddle accross the road. I put on my emergency flasher and pulsed my brights so it was impossible not to know there was a reason I was stopped. The guy behind me flashed his brights and speed around me, narrowly missing the duck. What if it had been a person in the road or I was having a heart attack and needing help. I don't get it. That's why they call them emergency flashers.

  3. The anti-rude act of random kindness: a freshly hit racoon lies on Scuttlehole road. I cringe as cars and trucks narrowly miss squishing it before my eyes as I wait to make a turn. A lady in a truck stops dead in the street, puts on some gloves, and drags the poor animal to the side of the road and leaves. I followed her all the way to the Candy Kitchen where I roll down my window and tell her that was a beautiful thing she did.

  4. I go to the gym in Sag Harbor just about every day and parking on Bay Street is a challenge. Pull over and slow down to wait as a car leaves its spot and get the finger, honked at, and worse. Very little helps. A polite, friendly response doesn't work. Reminds me of the experiment you study in Psych 100. Too many mice in a small place and they start biting each others' tails.