So I leave work, I have plenty of time, I’m not in a hurry, and I’m driving down McCully Street. The traffic light turns red so I stop. That’s what you’re supposed to do at a red light, right? Stop. [Nods head.]
I did. I stopped. I looked right. I looked left. I looked right again, and then I went. About halfway through the intersection it dawned on me that that is not what one is suposed to do at a red light. Thank heavens there were no pedestrians. No cars speeding down the side-street barreling toward the intersection, and no cops.
I am in serious need of a new attention span. I wonder if Santa could deliver it before Christmas — or the next intersection — whichever comes first?!