The first in what will almost certainly be a neverending series.
That red octagonal sign you see at a lot of intersections? The one that reads “STOP?” Yeah, you’re supposed to actually…you know…stop when you come to it. You don’t roll through it and hope oncoming traffic is paying attention, and you don’t barrel through it without even pretending to slow down, Botox Soccer Mom in the Chevy Subdivision or whatever the hell they’re calling that over-sized tank of an SUV you’re driving, making oncoming traffic come to a screeching halt in order to avoid T-boning you.
If you keep driving like that, you’re going to hit somebody. If you do that, at least hit an asshole who’s driving like you are. That way, if enough of you jackasses take each other out in glorious fireballs upon which bystanders can roast weenies and marshmallows, maybe the rest of us will eventually get a break on our auto insurance premiums.
That is all.