We are on our way to gymnastics. Unusually, we are on time. So, the red light ahead does not cause panic, as it usually does, and I don’t worry about not being able to pamp the horn, as we have whole minutes to spare.
The light turns green and the car in front makes no move.
Eventually, the light turns amber and then red. At that point, the car in front decides to go for it. Fortunately, the other cars who’s green light it now is, are also slow off the mark.
“That driver is an idiot,” observes Pixie, drily, from the back.