Part 2: The dealership gave her a free emotion support button in the form of a hooter because she was diagnosed with incurable superiority complex. Honking is the soundtrack to her entire life in D minor — because nothing says “calm, mature driver” like honking! Also the only horn she gets so wear and tear rate is high. The whole car smells like a burnt clutch, superiority complex, Woolies receipts, and pure parking-lot aggression. She drives like she owns the mall, the road, and possibly three unhappy ex-husbands, two children that avoids her just because you are one self-entitled bitch.