A funny story from Betme at DisIsMyPlace:

I pull up behind another driver at a stop sign. He is just sitting there. I glance down the street in both direction and cannot see why he is waiting. I am left in a quagmire of sorts:

1.) Do I sit here for another 5-10 minutes and wait for him to pull his head out of his orifice of choice?

2.) Do I pull around him, hoping he will not decide to suddenly pull out, running into me?

or… 3.) Do I tap lightly on the horn and gently encourage him to Move the HELL out of the way?

In a normal situation #3 would be the obvious choice. But, picking number three has left me searching for the police while a deranged individual tried to run me off the road.

Oh what the Hell? I am brave today… feeling kind of cocky, I go ahead with option number three. We only live once, right?

I tapped the horn a couple light ‘toots’. The guy looks in his rear-view mirror and flips me off. (OK, I was expecting that)

He then rolls down his window and yells something at me. Being the curious type, I rolled down my window to hear him better.

I was not prepared for what he was saying… “Bitch, (I think he means me)  it’s red!”

Alrighty… Here is the good part. We were not at a traffic LIGHT. We were at a STOP SIGN.

He must have realized his error just as he said it, because he sped off.

I just sat there and laughed. The dude was waiting for the sign to turn green!

I feel so much better about my spacey moments.