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I am sure that you all experienced traffic crankiness more then few times in your life.

One of the most annoying aspects of traffic to me is not the drivers itself (even though that’s debatable) but traffic lights.

Imagine a long and busy street with traffic stop light every 50 yards or so. (There are many of them in mid west). You are in your car and there are 50 cars in front of you, so before you reach that first traffic stop light all of those cars will have to go through that light. Finally after 10 agonizing minutes you’re the sixth car in a row and you have your pedal to the metal and then? RED! You’re stuck at the same damn light for another 10 minutes. OK, you smoke a cigarette and lights turn green again, but the first car is not moving because driver either fell asleep or they’e on Prozac. Almost another minute passes until Mr. Prozac looses his color blindness and realizes that he has a green light. Two cars go through and the light turns red AGAIN! How’s this possible?-You ask yourself. Last time green lasted for good 5 minutes and this time only a minute.
That’s why they call it annoyance.
At this moment I am already boiling so I inject more nicotine in my brain.

10 minutes passes by and light turns green again, and finally I am the first car at the stop light and ready to go through just to find out that traffic is so backed up that if I go through I will be stuck in the middle of the cross section and cars from left and right won’t be able to go their ways. What is up with that? (Some drivers just don’t care and they will go through, sit in their cars in the middle of the fricking cross road and pretend that they don’t know why you’re giving them a finger.)

Anyway, almost 20 minutes had passed and I am still on first damn light. I am the first car at the light now, but that doesn’t matter anymore, since there are 10 more traffic lights to go. My only though right now is ripping out the wires from the traffic light pole and strangling the engineer who designed the lights with them.
2 hours later I am home and my wife sees that: don’t ask me anything or you’re heading for court and I am heading for jail look on my face.
And they say Extra-marital affairs are the highest cause for divorce. I think not.

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