I am at a red light. I am the first one in line and there is a girl behind me. She keeps honking at me. The light is still red.
I have no idea where she expects me to go. It’s a red light.
It reminds me of a time when I worked in St. Louis. There was a lot of traffic and a long line of cars waiting to turn left. One girl was blaring her horn. The light was red. No where to go. But she wouldn’t let up. So they guy in front of her moved up about three feet and she stopped.
Why are you so concerned about that three feet? What difference do you think it’ll make?
Short post tonight I know. felt like getting that out. I hope you enjoyed.