I was on my way to run an errand during lunch. As I approached the intersection, I saw that the light ahead was yellow. I looked in my rear view mirror as I started to slow down. I saw a small sports car bearing down on me at high speed. I took a quick look around to see if there was anywhere to escape should the car not stop. Thankfully, the car whipped into the turn lane to my right.
As it drove by, I looked over to get a quick glimpse of the driver. The young man was either swatting at flies in his vehicle, or he was really upset that I refused to run a red light. In any event, he glared at me and wildly gestured. I grinned as he zoomed by, and waited for the light to change.
Our Indy 500 driver turned right at the light, drove about a block, and then turned left. He drove past a parking lot and turned left again. At this point I lost track of him, but I figured he was trying to circle the block to avoid stopping at the same traffic light that stopped me.
Lunch hour traffic continued to pile up behind me, and I continued to wait. Finally, the light turned green and I pulled through the intersection. Up ahead, the next light turned green as well.
As I drove up to that intersection, I saw our friendly driver stopped to my right, his light having turned red so I could drive through. I looked over in his direction and he recognized me. His face turned into a wide-eyed scowl. Trying to be a good neighbor, I give him my best Friday smile and a friendly wave as I drove by.
I don't think he appreciated that. I think his head exploded.