Ted (merovingian) wrote,

My house is on a little side street, and when it gets to a larger residential street, there's a big sign that says, "CROSS TRAFFIC DOES NOT STOP".

I've been here a few months now, and, indeed, cross traffic has no stop sign. But two nights ago was the first night I drove across, rather than turning onto or off the street.

It's true; I didn't stop. In fact, I distinctly remember feeling very certain that I should not stop. A kind of arrogant certainty - I would not have to stop there, and I would never do so.

Last night, the same thing. It felt so out of character.

Tonight, it was horrible. There was a delivery truck blocking the intersection. I saw it two blocks away, but was helpless. Part of my brain was sure that I needed to stop, but I was unconvinced. The image of the sign flashed in my head: "CROSS TRAFFIC DOES NOT STOP".

So, for two blocks, I kept at the same rate. I didn't stop. I plowed into the truck, and really busted up my car. But, even then, I continued on. I was cross traffic; I would not stop. It was a hit and run. I'm glad no one was hurt, but I don't think I would have stopped for it.

After all, the sign said.
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