Deadmeat
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Yesterday my wife and I took a trip to the Smokies. On our way back we took the Broadway exit off of I-640 and were stopped at the bottom of the ramp waiting to turn right on to Broadway. At most places you can turn right on red, but at this particular ramp you can turn right only on green. Turning right on a red arrow will get you a $50 ticket since the intersection is camera-enforced. Unless you know the intersection most folks believe that it's still ok to turn right on red and do so--and get a ticket in the mail a couple weeks later. Having watched countless folks turn right on the red arrow I can't imagine how much money Knoxville must be racking up in fines, but that's another story.
Anyway, here we were stopped at the bottom of the ramp waiting for the green arrow to turn right when a pickup pulls up behind us. As we're sitting there I looked in the rearview mirror and saw the driver in the pickup becoming visibly agitated. First he threw up his hands in disgust. Then he began pounding on the steering wheel, obviously screaming obscenities all the while. Seeing this, I rolled down my window, stuck out my arm, and in a sweeping gesture told him to go ahead an pass me if he wished. With screaming tires and a hand gesture that was half of a peace sign he roared around me and turned right on to Broadway on the red arrow.
And I watched the flash of the intersection camera as it captured his license plate. Ah, poetic justice.
Anyway, here we were stopped at the bottom of the ramp waiting for the green arrow to turn right when a pickup pulls up behind us. As we're sitting there I looked in the rearview mirror and saw the driver in the pickup becoming visibly agitated. First he threw up his hands in disgust. Then he began pounding on the steering wheel, obviously screaming obscenities all the while. Seeing this, I rolled down my window, stuck out my arm, and in a sweeping gesture told him to go ahead an pass me if he wished. With screaming tires and a hand gesture that was half of a peace sign he roared around me and turned right on to Broadway on the red arrow.
And I watched the flash of the intersection camera as it captured his license plate. Ah, poetic justice.