...I nearly saw Chester get run over yesterday.
He was inside his Fugly at the time, but if he'd been two seconds quicker he would have gotten schmacked in the driver's side door.
was on my way to the comic shop when I had to stop at our most hectic
intersection to wait to cross the street. While there, a north bound car
tried to make a last second left turn through the yellow light they
had. They had assumed that the approaching south bound car (i.e. Chester
in his Fugly) was going to stop and let them do this. Chester,
however, didn't even look at them and decided to make a last second
right turn on the yellow light before it could change to red, at which
point he would have been legally bound to pay attention to the "DO NOT
TURN RIGHT ON RED AT THIS INTERSECTION" signs hanging everywhere. He had
nearly made his turn when he glanced up and noticed that the north
bound car was about to crunk him a good one and he slammed on his
brakes. He looked quite put out about it.
glad he didn't get hit, though. As a witness to the incident, I would
have been obligated to stick around and tell the police what I'd seen
and I wasn't entirely sure if Chester was at fault. I would really have
hated to lend his dumb ass any support. It might have lead to yet
another sad attempt on his part to get me to shake his paw.