I’ve never claimed to be a good driver. Well that’s not exactly true. I’ve claimed it, but no one ever believed me. So I pretended like I was laughing too so they’d be laughing with me and not at me.
Where was I? Oh yeah, bad drivers. I firmly believe that what this world needs is another blog-gy diatribe against bad drivers. There aren’t nearly enough of those (diatribes, there’s plenty of bad drivers).
I also firmly believe I witnessed the worst driving ever in the long, colorful history of bad driving last night.
I was on my way to my folks’ house and was required to go through a major intersection. Well, major for this part of the country anyway. Each road has 1 lane plus a turn lane. So we basically had 8 or so lanes at the intersection. The light was out and was flashing red. Now all my readers know that means to treat the intersection as a 4-way stop. Because you are smart. As I approached it was apparent to me that was not what was happening in this instance. Since I was about 4 cars back I took the opportunity to assess the traffic pattern. I’ve always fancied that I was good at figuring patterns.
Was the right of way going around to the right? No. Were they allowing the first arrived to go? No. I studied it and studied it and finally found the pattern.
Basically, when you felt like it was your turn, you were supposed to close your eyes, pull out into the intersection, and pray. Pray hard. Luckily, I drive a big truck so the right of way was mine while the guy in the dorky rollerskate car closed his eyes and prayed.