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I was driving around town doing errands today, and at one point ended up at a major intersection waiting to turn right. (I'm in Australia, so that's equivalent to a left turn in the U.S.) There's two turn lanes; I'm in the left one, behind a taxi, that is in turn behind a couple of other cars; there's an assortment of cars in the right lane, and a white car behind me.
Doot doot doot... light changes and we get our green arrow. The cars in front of the taxi go. The cars in the right lane go. The taxi does not go. I can see the driver's head, and he's hunched over to the left looking down at something.
I honk. He doesn't twitch. The white car behind me starts to pull into the right lane to go around.
I HOOOOOOOOONK. He looks up, realises what's happened, starts to pull forward, and... oh look, the light's gone yellow, so he dribbles to a stop at the white line and goes back to looking down at whatever's so fascinating.
White car has also had to stop, so there the three of us are, stuck waiting again...
...until the taxi driver looks up again, sees that the light for going straight is still green, and decides that after all he'd rather go straight from the turn lane, cut in behind the last of the straight traffic, and beetle off into the distance to turn right at the next lights.
The nice lady in the white car and I exchanged some expressive gestures and mouthed comments on his ancestry as we waited through the rest of the light cycle.
Doot doot doot... light changes and we get our green arrow. The cars in front of the taxi go. The cars in the right lane go. The taxi does not go. I can see the driver's head, and he's hunched over to the left looking down at something.
I honk. He doesn't twitch. The white car behind me starts to pull into the right lane to go around.
I HOOOOOOOOONK. He looks up, realises what's happened, starts to pull forward, and... oh look, the light's gone yellow, so he dribbles to a stop at the white line and goes back to looking down at whatever's so fascinating.
White car has also had to stop, so there the three of us are, stuck waiting again......until the taxi driver looks up again, sees that the light for going straight is still green, and decides that after all he'd rather go straight from the turn lane, cut in behind the last of the straight traffic, and beetle off into the distance to turn right at the next lights.
The nice lady in the white car and I exchanged some expressive gestures and mouthed comments on his ancestry as we waited through the rest of the light cycle.
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