It's been years, but, I remember this story in full detail. It technically wasn't *my* fault because I wasn't the one who put the Christmas lights up. However, I had a lot to do with it and it still is really stupid.
(By the way, C Elegans, good ta meetcha! I wish my ID photos would come out as good as yours did...
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It was the first Christmas I had my driver's liscence, so I was kind of shakey about driving yet.
Those of you who know me well also know that I put things off. Like buying Christmas presents. I always wait until last minute and rush around in circles on Christmas Eve trying to get everything wrapped up.
It was two days before Christmas, late at night. I'm a nocturnal person, so I decided to get all my shopping done around midnight-early morning.
Just heading home with all of the boxes and bags in the backseat, I pulled into an intersection right in the center of the city with stores on either side of the street. I was second in line with two other people behind me. Red light, and I realized that my purse was missing.
I started flipping out, because I have lost an uncountable number of purses ever since Jr. High. I turned around and started digging through all of the items in the backseat, frantically looking for my purse. Soon after, I realized that it was on the floor in the passenger's side.
I only glanced up for a second when I saw a green light. Unsure how long the light had been green, I flipped and hit the gas peddle.
Seconds later, my car rear-ended the SUV in front of me. Of course, the driver was the wife of a cop and had her son in the car along with her... **sigh**
SO, I got out of the car. Here's this woman screaming in my face about how her "husband was a cop", how I "gave her son a backlash and caused tissue damage", and about how badly "my ass as going to get sued".
Somehow, amidst all the hell that woman was giving me, I realized that the stop-light was still red. It hadn't even changed, which got me extremely confused.
When my story was given to the police after they arrived, they seemed quite confused as well. Eventually, one of the officers went and sat down in my car, bent down into the passenger's seat and looked up, just like I had done. When he came back he was laughing.
Apperently, one of the street-lights on the corner had been decorated by the shopkkeeper nearby with garland and green lights for the holidays. The green glare reflected into my windshield, and I thought it was actually the stoplight.
Believe it or not... I know it's hard to believe: they had to explain it to me a few times before I even bought it. I still kick myself for that one to this DAY....
**goes and hides**
