When I come into town in the mornings, it’s so early that many of the traffic lights are set to flash. On some intersections, it’s four-way red (a four-way stop). On others, it’s flashing red in one direction and yellow in the other. The intersection at Fee & 17th is the latter, so when I cross Fee, I have a yellow flasher (everyone should have a yellow flasher, dontcha think?). I’m always really careful at that intersection, because folks on Fee frequently don’t seem to understand the concept of red flasher=stop.
This morning, I had probably my worst Fee & 17th experience ever. I slowed down a little as I approached the intersection, but then I had to literally stand on the brakes because some fuckwit in a Ford Expedition flew through the red flasher going at least 40mph. The jerk didn’t even slow down, much less stop. So I had to slam on my brakes, hard enough to skid and make my tires squeal. Grrr!
But wait, there’s more! If you order now, we’ll throw in Asshole Number 2 for free! So, I start to enter the intersection, onna counta I have the freaking right of way people, and a second car on Fee, which had actually stopped, started to enter the intersection, too. Just because I had to stop so I didn’t hit Asshole SOB #1 who ran a red light does notnotnot mean that Asshole SOB #2 suddenly has the right of way. I’m pretty sure that is not how it works!
red paper boat 