The memory of smoke

The memory of smoke

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Not-driving while distracted

Lately, I have come across more and more drivers who sit at green lights, long after they have changed. I suspect texting. When I have driven toward a green light for half a block, and have to honk at the car stopped at one the whole time, I have to wonder what they fuck they are doing.

Red means stop, green means go, as every young child can tell.

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