Perhaps Being Right is Not Sufficient

Val was a victim of road rage on Monday. Or perhaps she was the perpetrator! Here's what went down...

I was over on the back side of Sis-Town, at a 4-way intersection. It has four stop signs, no light. Each direction has a straight lane, and a left turn lane. It can sometimes be hectic if there are eight cars waiting their turns. But Monday, there were only TWO cars. A white sedan on my left, coming from the highway, or a convenience store thereby. And T-Hoe.

We were both going straight across the intersection. White Sedan was headed towards the industrial park. I was continuing along an outer route that would eventually bring me to my bank and an intersection with a light. The time was around 12:10. So not really a rush hour.

We both arrived at the same time. I didn't see White Sedan rolling on, as people will do when they're in a hurry. Nor was I rolling. I just decided to make my move. Vaguely remembering way back when I was studying for my driver's license test, how at such an intersection, with no clear idea of whose turn it was, that the car on the right has the right of way. Did I imagine that? I think it's a thing. And I was the car on the right. So I went.

Well! White Sedan must never had read that instruction manual! White Sedan came at me, and HONKED really loud and long. It seems to me that was a bit uncalled-for, what with White Sedan being in a position that would T-bone T-Hoe if he hadn't braked. Meaning I was already in the middle of the intersection by the time White Sedan came at me. Otherwise, White Sedan would have been slamming into my front bumper if he had been there first and I intruded.

I had nothing to prove. I was in no particular hurry. Had White Sedan already been rolling, or had squealed to a stop as if in a rush, I would have waited for White Sedan to go first.

Anyhoo... I got an earful of horn, and I'm not exactly sure why.