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Loving /r/brothermen recently, so I'll post one myself.
I had to travel quite a bit in the late oughts. Would be on the west coast for 6-8 weeks at a time and then fly back east for 8 or 9 days. To a southern state not exactly in a rural area but certainly an unsophisticated area.
So I left the west coast and am back and there's an intersection I go through that had an oddly shaped 4-way stop. It was about a mile from my house. I get to the intersection, stop, and then start going again and as I'm going through the intersection a car going at least 50 miles an hour drives across from me, right to left, missing my car by maybe a foot. Had I got to that stop sign just 2 or 3 seconds earlier I would have been T-boned and I drove a tiny car. I likely would have died.
So I stop immediately, and the car that was on my right and is now on my left also stops. I drive over to it and it's this nigger woman and she's all "why did you do that? what's wrong with you?" and I say, "what the hell is wrong with you running that stop sign? You nearly killed me!" and she said "it's a light not a stop sign" and I replied, "No. You ran a stop sign." and pulled a u-turn out of disgust.
And what had happened was while I was gone, this 4-way stop that had been there for years, maybe decades, had been replaced with a light, and absolutely no signage that the traffic pattern had changed.
The nigger was obviously correct, but my brain had no reason to see the new light. My brain didn't even look for it. It's kind of scary how much of our lives are on autopilot.
I had to travel quite a bit in the late oughts. Would be on the west coast for 6-8 weeks at a time and then fly back east for 8 or 9 days. To a southern state not exactly in a rural area but certainly an unsophisticated area.
So I left the west coast and am back and there's an intersection I go through that had an oddly shaped 4-way stop. It was about a mile from my house. I get to the intersection, stop, and then start going again and as I'm going through the intersection a car going at least 50 miles an hour drives across from me, right to left, missing my car by maybe a foot. Had I got to that stop sign just 2 or 3 seconds earlier I would have been T-boned and I drove a tiny car. I likely would have died.
So I stop immediately, and the car that was on my right and is now on my left also stops. I drive over to it and it's this nigger woman and she's all "why did you do that? what's wrong with you?" and I say, "what the hell is wrong with you running that stop sign? You nearly killed me!" and she said "it's a light not a stop sign" and I replied, "No. You ran a stop sign." and pulled a u-turn out of disgust.
And what had happened was while I was gone, this 4-way stop that had been there for years, maybe decades, had been replaced with a light, and absolutely no signage that the traffic pattern had changed.
The nigger was obviously correct, but my brain had no reason to see the new light. My brain didn't even look for it. It's kind of scary how much of our lives are on autopilot.
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