I swear there are some people in this world who must have angels sitting on their shoulders. I'd forgotten about this incident until I was talking to Hubs last night and I remembered it vividly.
Right before Christmas. I'm sitting at one of the bigger intersections in town. There are three lanes. One turning lane, two that go straight. I'm sitting, stopped behind an older van in the middle lane. The lights are red. All three of the lights are red. RED. Bright, clear, RED.
The van? The one in front of me? The one with at least four heads I can see? It was stopped. Was. That van starts driving forward. I swear it was like watching a slow-motion horror film. You can see it is happening, but you are helpless to stop it. Your jaw drops open involuntarily. Your hands go to your forehead in anticipation of the desire to cover your eyes. You find yourself repeating, "no…no…no…no…" in ever-increasing volume. Out of the corner of your eye you see a pickup truck coming through the intersection. Fast.
The van never sped up or slowed down. The brakes were never touched. The driver, in apparent oblivion, drove slowly and intentionally through the intersection and I swear never even blinked when the on-coming pickup truck slammed on his brakes, stopping within inches of the drivers' door.
As everyone around me gave a collective sigh of relief, the light turned green and we proceeded through the intersection. I quickly caught up to the van, as he wasn't going very fast. I kept back, afraid of what the next move would be. Was he drunk? Medicated? Senile? As he turned at the next corner, I decided it was c.) senile. He appeared to be an older gentleman. I swear, he never even realized what horrible fate just about occurred to him and his passengers.
Isn't there some line about "God watching our for dogs and idiots?" Someone was sure watching out for this one… or maybe it was the guy in the pickup who was being watched over? Food for thought.