4-Way Traffic Stops![]() Along
with a promotion and title change comes a nice cubicle, a raise, added
responsibilities, and morning traffic. Prior to my promotion my hours were
a bit funky (3pm - 11pm). Post promotion I'm
now working 9am - 6pm, and that means battling morning traffic and the idiots who just
don't seem to know the rules of the road. It's not the barnstorming weekend
warriors or the overburdened standstill freeway congestion that gets to me, but
rather the stem-dead geniuses who simply can not handle a
4-way stop.
Ya see, there's this particular 4-way stop that I have to navigate through each morning. For whatever reason people simply can not seem to handle the simple concepts that regulate 4-way stops. Let me clue you jokers in: - First person to come to a complete stop has right of way - If vehicles stop at the same time, yield to the vehicle on your right It amazes me at how few people seem to be able to follow such simple rules. Don't try to wave me through when it's obviously your turn. I know you're trying to be nice, but you're slowing everyone up. Don't get impatient and dart out in front of me. Don't zone out. Pay attention and go when it's your turn. I honestly don't know how much simpler these rules can get. Why can't you people drive accordingly? Posted: Thu - August 31, 2006 at 01:47 PM | |
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