Four-Way intersections

There are two types of people in the world … 

1.  Those of us who know how to approach an intersection with a four way stop sign … we pay attention to the flow of cars and who went when … and therefore we know when it is our turn and we drive through the mofo without hesitation when it is our turn.

2.  And then there are the remaining 98% of you fucknuts who seem to mindlessly drift to the front of your line without a clue or thought in the world about what in the hell is going on – you stare at the intersection like a dog getting a card trick (is that your card boy?) while you drift your focus to the other three lanes with the expression on your face saying “Give me a sign oh lord, someone tell me when it is my turn, I can’t seem to watch and know anything as I was texting all the way to the front of the intersection”.

Then you inch ever so slowly into the intersection (just like that scene in the movie Mischief where the teenager is in bed with the girl and he says “I could stick it in … just a little … and then pull it out before anything happens”) but even as you start your move, you have to hit your brakes 1100 times during that 10 yard trek into the middle of the intersection seemingly with the look that says “Is it my turn, is it my turn?” 

Shit … I don’t know if it’s your turn or not – you just let half the cars in the County go ahead of you and the line of cars behind you stretches back 7 miles … I don’t know, could it possibly be your turn to go?

Then you turn left without signaling.