You asked the wrong family member to discuss strange/exciting/unusual things that have happened at traffic lights. I don’t have much in the way of stories at a light. Now, my brother had more than a few strange occurrences, (mostly involving strange bumper bumps, one involving a sneeze), and my sister has quite a repertoire of stories she tells,(like when Liz Taylor rolled down the window of the car she was riding in and asked what kind of antique replica my sister was riding in), but not me.
Oh, like Jillian, I, too, found that motorcycle police can be very attractive. My mother pointed out how the uniform fit on the broad-shoulders and tapered, muscular back of such an officer just in front of us at a light one day, many moons ago; I can still see him.
Just around the same time, we were at a convergence of two major arterial roads in the same area, (the Washington, DC suburbs). We were the first car at one point of a three-way traffic light. An ambulance came around the corner from one, passing by in front of us at full-tilt, with sirens blaring, lights flashing and horn honking to make sure that none of us got in the way. Once again my mother pointed. “Look at the driver.” Despite the high speed and congested, tight turn, the driver had both hands turning the wheel, a calm look on his face and an apple stuck in his mouth!
“Wow”, Mom said. “If I ever have to go to the hospital, I want him to drive me; what confidence!”
I guess I didn’t really have a story after all; these stories are my mother’s!
(Hey, not that I don’t like hearing from you via Facebook or email, but if you stop by to read this, why don’t you leave a message/comment here, as well? Thanks.)