An Uber is cruising down a boulevard when it runs a red light.
Mark’s head snapped up. “Whoa! That light was red!”
The driver chuckled, not easing off the gas in the slightest. “Relax. My brother does this all the time.”
“What?” Mark blinked. “What does that even mean?”
Before he could finish, they barreled through another red light. Horns blared. A delivery truck skidded in the distance. Mark grabbed the handle above the window, heart pounding.
“Hey, hey, hey!” he yelled. “You just ran another one! Are you trying to get me killed?”
The driver kept his hands loose on the wheel, eyes locked on the road. “It’s fine. My brother does this every day. He’s never had a problem.”
Mark leaned forward. “Okay, listen—just because your brother drives like a maniac doesn’t mean you should—”
But before he could finish, the light ahead flickered from yellow to green.
Suddenly, the driver slammed the brakes, throwing both of them forward with a jolt. Tires screamed. Mark’s phone flew from his lap. The car came to a dead halt—in front of a completely empty intersection.
The silence was deafening. Mark, chest heaving, looked around in disbelief. “It’s green. Why the hell are we stopping now?!”
The driver didn’t move, didn’t blink. His voice, when it came, was low. Grim.
“Because my brother might be coming from the other side.”
Two elderly women were out driving in a big car. Both could barely see over the dashboard.
As they were cruising along, they came to an intersection. The stoplight was red but they just went on through. The woman in the passenger seat thought to herself, “I must be losing it, I could have sworn we just went through a red light.”
After a few more minutes, they came to another intersection and the light was red again, and again they went right through. This time the woman in the passenger seat was almost sure that the light had been red but was really concerned that she was losing it. She was getting nervous and decided to pay very close attention to the road and the next intersection to see what was going on.
At the next intersection, sure enough, the light was definitely red and they went right through, so she turned to the other woman and said, “Mildred, did you know we just ran through three red lights in a row? You could have k*lled us!”
Mildred turned to her and said, “Oh, am I driving?”
