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had its horn stuck on. Curious students were leaning
out the windows of all of the surrounding buildings.
Half a dozen campus security cars were there, and the
officers were trying to control the crowd and deal with
the situation. The police had set up temporary
barricades around my truck to keep back those who
were agitated and threatening harm to it. People were
yelling and waving their arms, trying to be understood
above the noise.

I worked my way through the crowd and reached
the police barricade. The officer there saw the mail
bins I carried and let me through. When the officer
who was trying to break into my truck saw me, he
moved aside, and I unlocked it. I popped the hood and
quickly pulled a wire from the horn.

Suddenly, everything was quiet. I turned with a
sheepish grin to face the crowd. The students, who
were happy to miss class, were laughing, but the
professors, whose classes the noise had disrupted,
looked like they wanted my blood.

I saw one professor I knew. Trying to diffuse the
situation, I joked to him, “I was wondering who it was
who let his horn blare like that.”

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