Free right on red

The old woman at the deli counter was bitching to the sandwich maker about the crazy guy out to get her, apparently she'd been in a shouting match out in the parking lot. Abruptly the shouting match began again when the crazy guy, also at the lunch counter, told her that if she wanted to keep making hay about the incident she should go across the street and report the it to the police - call 911 if she could remember the number.

"I get a free right on red" she insisted.

NOT WHEN THERE IS ONCOMING TRAFFIC!

The crazy guy isn't really crazy, he was justifiably, frighteningly angry. You see, "crazy guy" is TheRoommate and he was spitting mad. Minutes earlier we were on our way into San Francisco by way of the deli counter at a small grocery store nearby. We had the green light and were coming through the intersection when a big black Cadillac Eldorado came barreling towards us from the right. Surely the driver would look up and see that there was a car in its path and yield the right - of- way to the traffic.

Nope.

TheRoommate blared his horn, to no effect. Shortly before collision we veered into the left lane, by grace, no one else was in it. As we fishtailed our way across the intersection I looked at the driver of the big black car. She still wasn't looking at us. Not at all. I'm not even sure she heard the horn honking. Had it all happened faster I would not be writing this, I would be strapped to a gurney en route to the trauma hospital.

For some reason, Cadillac Gramma followed us to the grocery store. I hightailed it inside when TheRoommate unloaded on her outside. In truth, his angry outbursts are loud and scary. I always flee.

But for her to insist that she gets the right away when making a right on red is just retarded.

I'm happy to be alive today. Still kind of pissed though.