When we were driving, a semi was honking its horn at us.

I started flashing the lights and honking the horn and followed him up the exit ramp.

It was blowing its horn.

Then I saw him sitting on the back of a truck, and I knew he was OK.

And it shall come to pass, that when they make a long blast with the ram's horn, and when ye hear the sound of the trumpet, all the people shall shout with a great shout; and the wall of the city shall fall down flat, and the people shall ascend up every man straight before him.

You went from semi-hating him to appreciating him when you realized the sensitive side to him.