I have no strange incidents at traffic lights. I stop on red, I go on green. Nothing odd there, right?
One thing I can think of to share was the time I was at an interstate exit that was backed up onto the freeway and my old high school boyfriend who, at the time, was a city policeman (yes, he was a motorcycle officer and yes, he looked smashing in the boots and breeches) came over to my window and chatted me up while his partner directed traffic. We had a nice chat about the laws of how far cars could legally be backed up onto an interstate. He had to move on pretty quickly but it was a nice little visit with the man who broke my heart in the past.