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Wednesday, October 31, 2007

The light that never turns green

From my home to my workplace there are totally 33 traffic lights of which 30 are influential. I mean, among the other three, one is a flashing red, one is flashing yellow and the third one is always green.

Now there is this one light for a right turn that never, absolutely never was green on my approach. I always have to wait there till the damn thing gives way. Keeping in mind the traffic pattern, the timing and all the other crap in the world, you would say the probability is very high that this light is red when I'm there during my office hours. Right? I'm not that big a dumbass. I work for a tech company and there are no "fixed" working hours for most of them. Even if there exist such a thing, they would be insanely insane. I mean to say that I go to work any time between 6:30 in the morning to noon. That is one heck of a sample set to run into this stupid light at least once when it is green. But no. I have been taking this route for the last 8 months. Assuming I go to work 5.5 days a week on average, the total would be approximately 176 days. So... in 176 days, not even once was I lucky to pass this light without stopping. Hey lord almighty where the hell did the law of averages go. I'm so frustrated now that may be one day I will just jump the freaking thing.

Labels: always green, approaching, flashing red, flashing yellow, green, law of averages, red, tech company, traffic light, working hours

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Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Four Hundred Feet Ferrari

The place where I live has quite a few rich people. No... not BMWs and Mercs. That is not rich. I'm talking about Maserati, Bentley and Ferrari. I'm neither that rich nor would like the car to drive me. So I drive a fully manual Jeep Wrangler. The symbol of freedom!

Now coming to the point, while returning from work one day, I noticed a fairly new Ferrari F430 spider in my rear view mirror. The guy driving this beauty was maintaining a distance of at least 400 ft behind me. I could understand his fear. If I suddenly, for no good reason on earth, decide to ram into the reverse gear and step on the gas, his precious possession would be nothing more than a mere bump on the road for me.

Unfortunately for him this did not last long. There came the two traffic lights hardly 500 ft from each other. He had no choice but to tail gate me as he preferred his Ferrari to kiss my Jeep's ass than get honked at by a million impatient idiots behind him.

Labels: bentley, expensive cars, ferrari, huntington bay, jeep wrangler, maserati, New York, rich neighborhood, super rich people, tailgate, traffic light