Don’t Toot Your Own Horn

My dad was having car trouble and was blocking a guy in a convertible with “two gorgeous girls in it” (his words). 

As my dad is trying to start his car, Mr. Convertible kept “honking his god-d*** horn like his stocks depended on it” (his words).

After a while, my dad had had enough, so he left his car, went back, and said to Mr. Convertible:

Dad: “I’ll be glad to sit here and keep honking if you’ll trade places with me and start my car.”

Apparently, that’s all that was needed for the girls to break out laughing, and Mr. Convertible was too flabbergasted to respond anything. 

My dad got his car moving less than two minutes later after he was able to think without the constant honking.