I’m not one to get angry… really… at little things.  Yes, I can have a temper at times, usually when I’m sleep deprived or sick.  And I pretty considerate with most things, forgiving of most trespasses.

But… you knew it was coming… there is one thing that just sticks in my claw, really bad drivers.  Yes, I’ve gone over this before and I will do so again.

Come on people!  The stop sign is there for a reason…. TO MAKE YOU STOP!  Not this California Stop either.  Stop means STOP, not roll past the sign then gun it. Every state (even California, shocking) says you have to come to a “complete or full stop” which all states define as when the wheels stop moving, not breaking and slowing down, but stop entirely. I know you are in a hurry, but that microsecond ain’t gonna make a difference. 

Yes, I come to a full freakin’ stop.  I look both ways as I approach the line, come to a full stop, and then look both ways again (regardless of whether I am turning or not, or of the direction, you never know when some idiot is on the wrong side of the road), then when it is okay do I move my foot to the accelerator and go.  I was taught to stop for a full second.

Of course the people behind me are pissed that I do this and they promptly fly through the stop sign.

And people, STOP before turning right on red!  There is no “turn if no one is close enough to hit me”.

And pedestrians have right-of-way even when not in the crosswalk so don’t get mad when I let them clear the street.

And yes, I break for squirrels! Even if they do want to commit suicide.

Tomorrow I will complain about bad parking habits.

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