Last night I'm in my car, sitting at a light in McKinney. I'm third back in the right lane. Minding my own business, pondering Cowboys-Vikings, wondering where is the best place to buy bulk 5-hour Energy drinks, convincing myself that the "thud" back up the road was a box and not a dog when, all the sudden, a car from the left honks at me.
He gestures for me to scoot back. Seeing that there is a car behind me, I gesture back that I don't necessarily think his idea is all that grand. The car in front of me inches up, allowing the guy from the far left lane to to cross into the right lane and ...
to speed through a gas station parking lot and then onto the street.
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I don't get it. Never have. I'm all for ingenuity and ambition and go-get-it-ness, but what possesses people to cut corners and avoid a traffic light? Are people really in that big of a hurry?
I wanted to see for myself, so I turned right and followed the guy. At the next light - not more than 500 yards up the road - he was slouching in his car, patiently puffing on a cigarette. Whatever urgency had moved him to turn the previous intersection into his personal obstacle course had apparently passed. I don't get it.
Are you one of these people? Do you know one of these people?
Can you explain these people?