A few days ago, I was going to dinner with my girlfriend. Close to her house, there is a 3-road intersection, that does not allow any turning while the light is red because right turns are not necessarily protected there. Turning right illegally at that intersection happens to be one of my girlfriend’s greatest pet peeves.
We were talking, and I wasn’t particularly paying attention to driving, so I came up to the red light, stopped, saw nothing was coming, and instinctively took my privilege of turning right on red. She (rather overly, if you ask me) emphatically told me that I wasn’t supposed to do that. How could I not have seen the sign? What if I got a ticket? What was I thinking? I sort of shrugged it off, and we parked at the restaurant which wasn’t too far away.
As we were walking in, she asked again what I would do if I got a ticket. Rather smugly, I said, oh, I’d just tell the judge that I had…” WHAM. Right about that time, my shoulder met with the corner of what I assume to be the electrical switch of the large, lighted sign for the restaurant. Much to my surprise (and chagrin) the encounter was less than amicable, and the resulting and sudden pain in my shoulder prompted me to flail my arms up defensively, tossing my phone in the process.
Nevermind that my phone flew directly in front of my girlfriend. She was too busy already doubled over laughing to try to save it from a death-drop to the concrete. Thanks.
Rubbing my shoulder and picking up my phone, “I’d tell him I had my mind on other things,” I finished, but at that point, I decided I should probably shut up, lest I run smack into the doors of the place. Besides, it’s too hard to talk when the both of you can’t stop laughing.