Why are we all so impatient? Why do people hit the button to call the elevator over and over and over, even when it’s already been pressed?
Tonight I set out to get a little something to eat. As I was standing by the car, I saw a bright flash of light over the trees, up the hill. I stopped for a moment, thinking I was seeing things. Lightning? In January? Then, a loud boom hit me. I got in the car and drove up the hill, figuring that it was probably a power transformer or something, but all the lights were on. On the way, I noticed that people just couldn’t stop at the white line at an intersection. They always stopped past the line, and when the cross street light began to change, they’d always inch up into the intersection, anticipating the light. Where do they need to be so badly that they behave so dangerously? Do they think they actually gain any time at all by doing this?
On my way back home, I discovered an area where all the lights were out — obviously I was right, it was a power thing, but in a completely different place from where I saw the flash. Anyway, the traffic lights were out, and the cars just zoomed through the intersection without stopping. It’s hard enough to get these people to stop at a stop sign, I can’t imagine what it would take to make them treat a malfunctioning light as a four-way stop. They just have to get where they’re going, before anyone else, and no matter what damage they do.
Not sure where you live, but here in Indiana I’ve been at a couple of non-working lights and everyone stops and waits their turn, and it never seems like it takes that long. However I do inch past the white line I’m afraid….