Monday evening I was listening to The Cure while tooling along in my new Grand Am. As I crossed Riverwatch Parkway, a VW Beetle started to turn in front of me. I honked my horn, and then, as the Beetle actually turned, my instant mental replay gave me an image of green turn signals. I was arrowing through a busy intersection at fifty miles an hour, and I had just run a red light.
I swerved to my left to dodge the Beetle, immediately punching the accelerator and swerving again to dart into the nearest turn lane ahead of the full-size SUV that was turning. I made it, but god, was I embarrassed!
Friend Byron says he'd rather be lucky than good, but I prefer good. I'll take lucky in a pinch, though.