I was at a red light the other day. Our state allows right turn on red after a full stop.
The guy in front was taking his sweet time. Oops! My bad. "Student Driver" sign. I waited patiently. He didn't move. Not one inch.
I huffed; I puffed, then slowly started to count. One Mississippi. Two Mississippi. Three Mississippi.
Several "Mississippi's" later, he started. Then he stopped. Then he started again. Dancing the Driver's Ed Tango, or something.
Then he threw on the brakes. Hard.
I tapped my horn lightly. Wanted the kid to know I was back there. He turned full around in his seat, and stared with eyes more than wide open...the better to see me with, my dears. Seriously...the rookie looked so frightened, you woulda thought I was the Big, Bad Wolf.
The light turned green. I honked again, this time with a tad more insistence in my horn. We went thru the same dance as before. Little Red Riding Hood didn't budge & the light turned red again.
The woman in the lane next to me rolled down her window, and said...and I quote:
"Show a little patience. Can't you see that's a student driver?"
Yes, in fact I had noticed. But it wasn't like I was about to blow the kid's house down.
Editor's Note: Yet another contribution to May's entries in the Random Complexity Writing Challenge. 218 Words.