My city has put in a bunch of cameras to catch people who run red lights. I was 100% certain that this effort would in no way effect my family, as we do not run red lights.
Until my brilliant husband? The one that I actually, you know, love? He got a red light ticket in the mail.
He made a right on red. Which is not illegal, of course. But you have to, you know, STOP.
We watched the video online.
He did not stop. Let me assure you. He did not even slow down.
I really could have shot him. In the face.
But I did not. Score one for therapy!
Anyhoo. I've never, ever almost been hit by someone who ran a red-light, but nearly every single day of my life I'm almost hit by someone who runs through a stop sign. Apparently stop signs are just mere suggestions and they don't really mean to actually use your brakes or anything. I'm not sure.
What I'm also not sure of is why everyone is in such a big hurry. Like yesterday morning? I was driving to work and going around 70 miles an hour and everyone was passing me as though I was sitting still. And you know where they were going? Work.
I mean, WORK. Why do you have to get there so fast? It's WORK. Do you enjoy your work just WAY more than I do?
And you know what else is sad? The first thing they'll do when they get there is get a cup of coffee and shoot the crap with a co-worker.
Now why is that so important that you have to practically mow down a mom in an SUV? Is it really freaking good coffee?
I don't know. I don't like coffee at all.