Be quiet and drive

Who the fuck honked their horn?  I looked frantically in my rear view mirror trying to identify the offender.  There is no logical reason for anyone to honk their horn here.  The light is still red and there are no vehicles driving in the opposite direction that would warrant such a breach of etiquette.  We are all lined up, waiting for our turn to pass through the intersection.  Each of us ensconced into our cookie cutter sedan, SUV, hybrid, or in my case, obnoxiously large truck; vehicles that reflected our particular personalities, on our way to work.  It was neat and orderly until someone had to step out of line and interrupt the flow of things.  Maybe it was an accident...  Their hand slipped after adjusting the radio station.  But usually you will see one driver looking sheepish, hands palm up pointing towards the sky, of which there was none.  I could see other drivers peering around, also looking for the individual responsible for creating this mayhem.  But then the light turned green and we were moving again.  I quickly pressed on the accelerator moving my vehicle forward knowing that the slightest delay would be cause for the driver behind me to beep his horn, telling me to move along.