The truck in front of me changed lanes at the last minute, just before the light turned yellow. I slowed behind him and didn't make it through before the light turned red. I watched as the truck entered the intersection and then, inexplicably, stopped. There, in the middle of 6 lanes of traffic and 4 turning lanes, it stopped.
His blinker continued to flash as confused motorists figured out how to navigate around him as he sat parked in their lanes. Horns echoed against the walls of the overpass and I held my breath as I watched car after car swerve around that little white truck. I waited for him to turn on his hazards as an indication that he was stalled or out of gas or something. But instead, he just sat there with his blinker on and didn't budge. It was the longest red light of my life and probably his, too.
When the arrow finally turned green again, that little white truck proceeded to vacate the intersection. I exhaled in relief and continued through it myself. I couldn't understand why on earth someone would just halt in the bustling intersection of an interstate exit ramp. My only guess is when he tried and failed to get through before the arrow turned red, he thought he was supposed to stop. There's a seam in the concrete that could be misinterpreted as a mark on the road to stop at a light, but I don't understand how that could be the case. How could he look at the 3 on-coming lanes of traffic and think that he could stop?
Sometimes I feel like that little white truck. Stuck in the middle of everything, unsure of what to do next. Hopefully I too can make it out unscathed.