On my way home from work today, I came up to a 4-way stop. I checked to the left, right, then left again. No one was coming from the right, 5 vehicles were approaching from the left. I took my foot off the brake, started into the intersection and promptly slammed my foot back on the brake. The lead car, coming from the left, a silver suv, decided that the bright red STOP sign must have been an option, because they blew right through it. Missing my vehicle by a couple of feet and never once tapping their brakes. (Asshat) Had it not been for quick reflexes, good brakes, and dry pavement, I would have been part of a jeep parfait tonight.
Have I mentioned lately how much I hate my drive home? Oh, I have? Well guess what....... IT HASN'T CHANGED!!