Cause and Effect Example

The strangest thing happened to me on the way to school yesterday morning. As I approached the intersection at John Street and Huron, I was stopped by the usual red light. As I waited, I watched the cars speed by in front of me, jealous that they were moving and I was not. I watched the opposing traffic slow to a yellow, eager to move the heavy mass that is my van to a gas station. It was then that I decided to play the game I usually play at large intersections, I call it, " who will stop?" It is usually the same types of people that treat yellow lights as fresh greens, the young teenagers who own the road and stop for no traffic authority, but today I was suprised. Speeding towards the stale yellow was an old, and pressumably married, couple in their mid sixties. How odd, I thought to myself, that this couple looked to be driving twice the speed any average senior would like to travel, and decided to watch the car. There was no deceleration, and I panicked, "Should I honk? Do they see the yellow?" Even with no one ahead of them, I could see that they were not going to make the yellow light, they would run the red going at least 50 km an hour. I gaped at the tired and beaten Honda, as it lurched to a skidding and immediate stop, no more than several meters behind the thick white line. My attention was suddenly directed to the driver, who looked outragged at his apparent bad luck and distaste for traffic laws. His wife looked well enough, as though completely unaware of their currant situation. Just then, the man opened his wrinkled mouth and shouted a string of profanities that even I, across the intersection, could clearly make out. I was absolutly flabbergasted, and missed the advance green I was so eagerly anticipating. The blarring horn behind me was unable to move my car, I was stunned, wasn't any one else watching? I took the left slowly, still unable to comprehend the recent events, my thoughts incoherently jumbled in my head, making no sense of his actions. I was able to laugh ten minutes later, drawing heads at my good humor, as I considered the possibilities of where this angry man and timid wife could possibly need to be so very quickly. I guess it's just one of those things in life, that makes a good supper time story, and baffles you without any incentive.