MY PET PEEVE NORMALLY I am a peaceful Individual. In-dividual. I dislike fussing, fum-'ing fum-'ing and fighting. But there is one thing that will set me off. That's blowing of his automobile horn by the fellow behind me when I pull up to a traffic light. The other day, for instance, I was driving peaceably along when I came to a light. It flashed to caution and I stopped. The guy behind be-hind rhe blasted away with his horn. It was terrific! The sound all but picked up the back end of the flivver and exchanged it for the front. That guy wanted me to pull out into the intersection when I knew the red light was going to flash in a second. "This guy," I said to the wife, "is gonna get it." "No fighting," she said. "Remember "Remem-ber you always get whipped!" "I have other plans," says I. ' The light flashed green. I started forward and deliberately stalled the engine. The flivver jerked and came to a dead stop. The guy behind be-hind blasted away on his horn. My wife became nervous. "Get it going," says she. "I can't," says I and grinned what I hoped was a diabolically clever grin. "The engine is flooded." The guy behind me blasted away on his horn. It was the funniest thing, bul that light changed five times before I could get the flivver started again. Sometime, about the third time the light switched, the guy behind me got the idea. If he hadn't stopped blowing that horn we would have been sitting there yet and this column would never hav gotten written. (If you hve a Pet Peeve address ad-dress them to this column Community Commu-nity Press Service, McClure Building, Build-ing, Frankfort, Ky.