Once when I was living in Maryland, I was driving at 11 pm down a road with a very confusing intersection. There were three different roads all crossing at one spot at odd angles that would have made H.P. Lovecraft horny for the old ones. This meant that there there a tangle of traffic lights.
I was tired, it was night, and I ran a red light because I thought the road I was travelling down had a green light.
If you’ve ever lived in Maryland, you know the struggle is real.
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