Monday Morning Grievance: The Stoplight that Hates Me

It’s Monday and I haven’t had my coffee.

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The stoplight downtown hates me. I know there’s many lights people get annoyed with, but I’m talking specifically about the one by the courthouse and the old bank and the building where the aldermen meet – the one right before the roundabout.

Why does it hate me?

I don’t know.

How do I know it hates me?

Easy. It’s always red.

OK, always is a slight exaggeration.

I kept a list over the past month or so, and the light is only red 94% of the time.

Still, that’s a pretty high percentage.

It’s even more annoying because most of the time – any by most I mean 9 times out of ten – I’m coming through late at night. I am literally the only one on the road, no-one else is waiting for the light, and as soon as I leave the roundabout it’ll turn yellow and force me to stop in the middle of the night for nobody.

It used to be that the lights downtown were on a timer and after 10.30 at night they’d change to caution lights.

No more.

Now, I must suffer the capricious whims of this apparently sentient traffic signal.

Thankfully, I won’t need to go that way today.

Tomorrow, though, I will.




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4 thoughts on “Monday Morning Grievance: The Stoplight that Hates Me

  1. Coincidentally (though I don’t think it was a coincidence at all) every stoplight I am typically stopped at was red this morning. At the most inconvenient moment of “Of COURSE you’re expected to slam to a stop, spilling your glass of milk everywhere. Of COURSE.”

    They know if I’m late again this month that I’ll be suspended. I just know it.

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