Where three roads meet

There’s a place near home where three roads meet.

I cross it every day, most often in the morning, on my way to absolutely anywhere. Need some paper towels? Through the intersection. Pancakes? Intersection. Off to the Loop on the Blue Line? I got an intersection for you to go through from my place.

A whole lot of people travel through this place where the three roads meet. If it weren’t for the many, many traffic lights, there’d never be a moment for this chicken to cross first one street, then another just to get to the other side.

This morning, if I had had the guts and gumption to seize the moment, I may have been able to cross without one of those lights.

At 6:30 in the a.m., your Average Joe isn’t quite awake yet. Joe maybe scarfed down a bagel on the way out the door, but he hasn’t had his second cup of java yet. He’s foggy in the head and slow at foot and hand, but Joe, Jane, and even Steve still drive fast and faster on their way to wherever and over there.

That’s why it was weird at that intersection when the lights turned green and nothing happened.

Should I just go? I thought. I didn’t have a signal, but everyone else did, and they weren’t using it. They also had big metal Dan-B-Gones, so I didn’t risk it.

Seconds passed. Seconds. At a large city intersection with working lights and heaving traffic. You’d think someone would honk – and eventually the driver of a ginormous Mac truck did – but each individual sat alone in their cars, picking their noses and staring into the middle distance thinking about a dream they just had or how much they hate their jobs or cake.

Ok, weird, yes, but when the light was half over, the cars started to move again at the behest of Ginormous Mac Truck. Over? No. It happened immediately again. You see, the people on the next of the three in the light cycle must have zoned even harder than those of the first. They zoned right through that first light and halfway through their own.

This is dumb. People not paying attention to traffic. Dumb. Me thinking seconds of silence in a busy intersection is worth writing about? Dumb. It’s what we call a First-World Problem. Like your phone’s internet not going fast enough or a Hummer only being available in one shade of eye-bleeding yellow.

So I say to you, Commuters at Elston and Irving Park at 6:30 this morn: I tip my hat in your direction for taking a moment to think about cake. We should all take the chance to slow down a bit and enjoy the day and our high-speed internet.

Wow, I’m tired. Remind me to reread this later after I’ve gotten some sleep.

About Dan C
Likes: Games of the video kind, Spider-man, regional hot dogs Dislikes: Close talkers, people singing loudly in public while listening to headphones, yippy dogs

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