Car Trouble

Am I a soothsayer? A clairvoyant? An oracle? Call me what you will, because I called it yesterday; the drama has arrived in droves. Actually, scratch that. Drama doesn't seem like something that "arrives,"..."descends" sounds more appropriate. So, let's start over.

The drama has descended! Tonight, as I drove to meet Stephanie and her family for a splendid meal (splendid, because it was free. Stef's padre always refuses my, "let me at least pay for my meal," I love dads and their pride.) Yes, so I'm driving, and I approach an intersection. I considered turning left, so, like anyone who's interested in making a left, I get into the left hand turn lane. Oh, snap! I can't make the green light, so I brake. Instead of waiting through a whole series of cross traffic lights, I opt to go straight, because that lights still green. So, I pull out, to the right, and zip across the intersection without incident. Oh, wait...did I say without incident? I must, already, be trying to suppress the traumatic event. As I changed from left turn to straight ahead, those handy little red light runner cameras snapped a photo of me.

Injustice!
Offense!
Tragedy!

When my heart started beating again (true trauma people, true trauma), I was pissed! I must have triggered sensors that in the intersection that told the camera, "asshole turning left on a red. Snap a picture quickly and we can charge him huge sums of money that the Roseville government can waste on whatever they deem important."

Did I do a poor job of explaining the intersection situation? Fortunately for you, I have lots of time, as a sub in the classroom, to doodle, and I've doodled a walk through of the event, moment by moment. Savor this stick figure masterpiece, and then weep, realizing I have been wrongly accused.