Not a day goes by that I don’t run into someone on the highway or the roads around town that makes me shake my head and wonder. Last week, it was here in our little town, at one of the worst intersections we have.
Main Street runs through our downtown area parallel to the Windsor Locks Canal and the railroad tracks. About midway through town, there’s an intersection with Route-140 which crosses the canal, a small industrial island and then the Connecticut River. The southbound lane (at the top) gets a left-arrow when the lights favor Main Street. Most cars abuse that arrow until some bold northbound traveler sticks his bumper into the flow. Honking, yelling and various gestures are a commonplace occurrence.
I was that first yellow car in the left lane, planning to continue north on Main street (the right lane must turn right over the bridge). The southbound traffic was turning onto the bridge as I got to the light. They continued turning as the light turned green. I quickly realized it was a funeral procession — a lengthy funeral procession. The cars all had their headlights on and they had those little flags. I waited. The light completed its cycle and the procession continued. In fact, it continued through the complete next cycle. The entire time, the man behind me was honking.
Show some respect buddy, we’re all going to end up in one of those processions at some point.
Idiot drivers for One-Liner Wednesday by Linda G. Hill
In addition to Linda’s regular challenge, I am participating in Cee’s Which Way Challenge, host by Deb Waters. This is the second week she’s asking for autumn colors, and I just happen to have a few that I collected while walking.
I know you’re probably hoping for expecting a promotional video for one or more of my books. Not to worr, I’ll feature one of those soon, but for today, how about another look at one of our bunnies.
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