FOWC with Fandango — Intersection

FOWCWelcome to December 15, 2018 and to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). It’s designed to fill the void after WordPress bailed on its daily one-word prompt.

I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (US).

Today’s word is “intersection.”

Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Or you can simply include a link to your post in the comments.

And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. You will marvel at their creativity.

The Way My Day Started

senior bald man shows middle fingerThe back of the guy’s car was sticking out a few inches into the intersection.

I was at the stop sign getting ready to make a right turn.

He was standing outside of the rear door on the driver’s side of his car, helping an elderly woman, his mother, maybe, into the car.

After looking to the left, I got ready to right turn, giving plenty of clearance to the parked car.

Just as I started my turn, the guy closed his car’s back door and stepped backwards right into the path of my turning car.

I slammed on my brakes to avoid hitting him.

He stood there, directly in front of my car.

He angrily said, “Hey, watch where I’m going!”

Then he flipped me the bird.

That’s the way my day started.

Pedal to the Metal

I live in a section of the city where the streets are set up in a perpendicular grid. On average, the blocks running east-west are about 300 feet long, while those running north-south are about 500 feet long. So either way, the blocks are relatively short.

Also, at each intersection there are either four way stop signs or, for the busier intersections, traffic lights. Thus, for the most part, drivers need to come to a stop every 300 feet when traveling east or west and every 500 feet when traveling north or south.

Additionally, most of the area is residential, with only a few of the major east-west streets being mixed commercial and residential.

So why am I telling you this? I’m hoping that someone out there can explain something to me that I find very perplexing.

Why, when drivers know that every 300 to 500 feet, they will need to come to a full stop, would some of them — a lot of them, actually — stomp on the gas and peel away from a stop sign only to have to slam on the brakes just a few hundred feet down the road at the next intersection?

Why would anyone, particularly with the price of a gallon of gas being what it is (which, where I live, is about $3.35), do that? Do these idiots have money to burn? Is that why they burn rubber?