“Dog wanted to sit in my lap and blow the horn.”
LOL...I can just picture that.
I worked in China Fall ‘76 to Spring ‘77. I worked in a small village in the Yunnan Province where we were building a fertilizer factory. The Chinese housed all of us foreign workers in a big guest house and every morning a small bus would arrive to take us to the plant a mile away. It was the only vehicle in the entire village! The driver loved his horn and would blow it before people were boarding, while we were boarding and toot it many times on the one-mile trip. He must have thought he was the Big Cheese the way he blew that horn. And it was every day, without fail, both to and from the plant.
I lived in the Phillipines in the mid sixties. I figured everyone in Asia drove with one hand on the horn button!