Andreas gave me a ride to work this morning. He was at a stop sign, trying to turn left onto 12th Avenue — a Capitol Hill neighborhood arterial — and he was having bad luck. Cars just kept coming and coming, and just when there was a break in traffic coming south, a stream of cars would appear heading north. Cars started to stack up behind us on the small side street. And still: no space in traffic.

Somebody in line behind us honked.

We both ignored the first honk. I mean: what are you going to do? There was a steady flow of cars keeping Dre from pulling into the intersection. Perhaps it’s worth mentioning here that Andreas is a fastidiously cautious driver. He will not gun into an intersection unless he knows he can make it safely. So, we waited for a safe time to go.

Then the person directly behind us honked. Twice.

Without turning around, both Andreas and I then simultaneously lifted our hands in harmony and flipped off the impatient prick behind us.

This, my friends, is married life.