Photo credit: Tim Gouw
There’s a large intersection close to my house. I use it every time I drive to work.
It’s a long light. A long, long, long light. Interminable.
Tonight I pulled to a stop just as it turned red, and I thought I’d time that unbearable light.
It held me up for a whole one minute and forty-five seconds.
Years ago there was a line in a novel I read – I think it was by Donald E. Westlake – where the narrator noted that a particular awful stoplight delayed him an “excruciating” forty-five seconds.
We’re kind of spoiled, you know? I live in constant, low-level fear that Divine Justice will teach me a real lesson in patience someday.