Jack’s Rating: Stoplights
My name is Jack Russillo and I’m a college freshman who just moved to the big city (Seattle) from a small town in the middle of nowhere. Every day I rate something on a scale of 1 to 100.
So, as I explained in my first post, I grew up in a place where there are no stoplights. There’s nothing to direct traffic except for a few good, old-fashioned stop signs. While I have plenty of experience dealing with stoplights — yes, I do know that green means go and red means stop — it’s still odd adjusting to the whims of these tri-colored lights 20 feet up in the air.
Well, for the rest of the world, a stoplight is a very common aspect of everyday life. Whether you’re driving around, being driven around, or walking about the city, you have to adhere to the laws of the lights.
Stoplights, at times, annoy the hell out of all of me. We’ve all had that instance where we think it’ll never change or even forgot about us. And it sucks when that happens. I mean, we’re all busy people and we all have places to be!
Would we even be able to reach those places safely that we have to be at without the presence of stoplights? After all, they’re designed to keep us safe. With the insane growth of the human population, we need these lights to help the mass amount of people get to where they need to go.
Yeah, that driver may have been the rare idiot that runs a red light, but it shows you just how quickly disobeying a stoplight can create a horrific incident. Fine. I understand now. So that’s why we adhere to the lights in the air above us.