The resident curmudgeon at my local rag is driven to distraction.
When I was on my way to the TWUUG meeting the day after I posted this, some bozo coming the other way tried to swing a left at a light in front of me while I was trying to go straight with the right-of-way. I seldom use my horn, but using it gave me pleasure at that point in a juncture of a confluence of time.
He was not texting or talking on a cell. He was just a bozo incapable of thinking of anything other than hisownself.