I sit in traffic, and hate both cars and lanes. I got a job as a guest teacher in Lerum to hold 30 classes on spoken word with the Ninth Torpskolan. All other days I have gone by train. Today I go by car. Now I know why I haven't driven a car the other days: Because it sucks. I hate traffic jams and I hate cars. I hate people who sit in traffic jams in the mornings with their latte cups from 7-Eleven and refuse to let as much as a small ant in front of them. And life is just like it usually is. When you're in the abyss and think that this is when I take my machine gun and go into the nearest gas station and shoot the shit out of the place, something small happens that makes you begin to have hope for humanity again. In the middle of fear-induced armpit stains, honking cars behind me and exhaust fumes all around, the little glimmer of hope arrives that I did not think possible. 
In front of me is a beaten up, little red Opel that looks like it came from the rear side of the First World War. The windows are so dirty that I didn't see who or what is sitting in the car. But in the rear window sits a long, narrow bumper sticker that says: Honk if you feel happy and I'll honk back. 

I feel the wrinkles in my forehead smoothen and I start to smile. I look around and there are cars everywhere. If I honk now everyone will think I'm honking at them. I take a tight grip on the steering wheel with my left hand and press the horn with my right hand. I pump several toots straight into the air and the morning sun. The children in Lerum wake up and start reaching for their designer jeans. The cars around me are totally insane and begin to honk back. The car in front of honks and honks and honks and honks, and I of course honk back. 

Bonus - Suggested texts: 

"Only honk if you mean it." 

"The best honk is the last honk." 

"You're looking radiant today, friend."