Return of the Honk

Well that honker just couldn't stay away. Because he came back the very next day.

This time my bedroom window was closed because of the snow that had been falling since the day before. I had just woken up and was still lying in bed when I heard a man calling out from the other side of my window. My first thought was one of hope, hoping it was the same guy back from yesterday just so I could see what would happen this time.

I wasn't wrong. This time he was standing ten feet from the door yelling the girl's name and throwing pittiful little snowballs at her third-storey window. In hindsight I guess I should have given him a little credit for standing out in the snow instead of waiting in his car. But he dashed that credit to smithereens after what happened next.

"Jane! Jane!" he called. No answer and yet he stood there for a solid three minutes staring longingly up at the window, waiting for his supposed Repunzel not to let down her hair but to buzz him in. No such luck. I watched him walk away, all the while looking back at the window as if she might just show up and let him in. He disappeared around the corner of the parking lot and I thought he was gone for good.

I should have known better. He came back about a minute later, this time in his silly black car, a Sun"flower", and parked by the fence with his window rolled down. Last time I spied on the man I peeked through slightly opened blinds. This time I had absolutely no fear. I opened those blinds all the way and stood with my arms folded and my nose not five inches from the blinds.

There was hope that he might not honk this time, but that was foolish. About thirty seconds later he honked his sing-song honk: honk-ha-honk-honk honk-honk! I waited and about three minutes later he honked again. No girl to be seen. Then the old man that lives in the apartment next to mine walked up with his little dog and the creep in the Sun"flower" called out, "Sir! Sir! Can ya hold the door for me?" My neighbour is a kind man and did so.

So Honkomus-Maximus, as I shall now refer to him, backed up his car about twenty feet, for what reason I haven't a clue, parked it and ran up to the door. I figured this was the end of it for a while and as I started to make my bed (a consistant morning ritual) I thought perhaps the girl doesn't have a phone. That would explain why Honkomus-Maximus doesn't ever buzz or just call her.

As my four teddy bears made their way to the head of my bed I noticed Honkomus-Maximus leaving the building. He got back into his car, rolled down the window and lit up a smoke. This perplexed me. So I stood and stared at him for a good couple of minutes. He pulled forward twenty feet after his smoke and honked again. Nothing. No girl. No Repunzel.

After a few more minutes he must have had all he could take because he ripped out of the parking lot and around the corner onto the street in a big fat hurry. I haven't seen him or the girl again and since a new tenant moved in this morning, I guess I won't be seeing Honkomus-Maximus again. I feel triumphantly grateful, and yet a little sad. I will miss our little encounters, even if he never knew I was there.