Madam Cleo: The Green Light Chronicles

I don't know if I live in a city of wannabe psychics or what, but I have noticed that it is extremely fashionable in Frankfort for the fine residents to guess when a stoplight is about to turn green. At nearly every light, the person in front will let off the brake and inch forward just before the green light. Then, when it has turned, they already have forward momentum and can just shoot on out into the intersection without delay, proving their mad skills to the person behind them in line. I mean, sure, you can kind of tell when your light is about to change, but are you really in so much of a hurry that you have to actually start moving before it does so? I just don't get it.

I think I could have made that a lot funnier if I had told it on another day. What a waste, since I've been carrying that little story around with me for weeks without remembering to write about it.

Cripes, I thought I had longer before the cold medicine kicked in. Gotta go sleep now. Nightnight.