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