Red Light

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?!