November 7th, 2007
Go On Green, Not In-Between
How come traffic lights are always red as I reach them, when traffic lights are only red one half of the time? I can play Megabucks and get better odds than that. I read an article once that said to make use of otherwise wasted time. I have waited at so many red lights I have completed two crocheted afghans, grocery lists to the year 2010, and eight chapters of my autobiography. What the city doesn’t seem to realize is I have places to go. At least at stop signs you’re so busy looking for approaching cars you forget you are stopped. With red lights there is no doubt.
When I was a new driver and didn’t bring anything to pass the time, I waited by singing to the radio (provoking unhappy glances from other motorists; wiping the dust off the dash; counting the swipes of my windshield wipers (causing the same drowsiness as counting sheep); or biting my dead cuticles. Then the light would change to green, and I’d hear a honk from the car behind me and I’d be off again..to the next red light. The days that I am the busiest the red lights seem to multiply like rabbits. Not only the hurrier I go, the behinder I get, but also the longer I don’t go, the farther I don’t get. Change darn it, change!