Charleston drivers, again: this time, what I call Green Light Paralysis. Stop light turns green, and the first in line just sits there, apparently unable to decide what to do next—finish a phone call, take another bite of burger, or…drive! “It’s not that long of a light, but, hey! I’ll get thru, ’cause I’M FIRST!” Sadly, I usually am not, and often don’t get thru, thank you very much. It’s enough to make St. Christopher cuss.
-Sweet, but Simmerin’
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