so when i was going home for lunch today, i was chugging along at at just slower than the speed of a snail behind this minivan which i was unable to pass seeing as it was pacing the giant diet coke truck (in the truck's giant-ass blind spot might i add) who was creeping along looking to the drop point for his load of ever so precious cargo.
we're approaching a traffic light at this inhuman pace when it turns yellow... even though the minivan is litterally inches from the big white line the driver decides she (it's just easier to assign a gender to "the minivan driver" instead of using "the minivan driver" all the time and "she" seemed appropriate 'cause odds are...) wants to stop... i was fully prepared to follow her right through the intersection but she remember something her driving instructor told her way back when about slowing down for yellow lights. so she hits the brakes and manages to come to a stop with her nose hanging out in the middle of the intersection. i, being the excellent driver that i am, make a perfect and controlled stop well behind the big white line - and besides, its really not that hard to stop when old men with canes are passing you.
but there's doofus (is that the correct technical spelling?) in the minivan partially obstructing traffic and she's just fine with that. she's all "i stopped, i'm a good girl! i didn't go through the intersection when the ligh wasn't green... i just stopped in the middle of it and that's less against the law, right?"
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