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I've lived here in the middle of nowhere for nine years. For the majority of those nine years, I have lived in this house (about a fifteen minute walk from where I last lived). Near this house is a Best Buy. Apparently this Best Buy is so busy during the day that it's parking lot gets an intersection to itself. This intersection is placed on the busiest street in the whole goddamn city. At this intersection is the crosswalk nearest to my house. Across the street from my house is a Burger King. I like to eat at Burger King sometimes. This fucking intersection plans on ruining my enjoyment of Burger King every damn time.
See, since this intersection is only there to regulate traffic for the parking lot (since I live in an area where everyone drives like a jackass, it has to be there), the stop light apparently ONLY works when there are cars waiting to leave the lot. Despite the fact that there is a crosswalk there. Of course, there is a button attached to the stop light for pedestrians to signal that they wish to get across. However, the absurdly long time you have to spend waiting on the light leads me to believe that the button is there purely for decoration (or the stop light has a twisted sense of humor).
Once the stop light begrudgingly acknowledges your existence, it starts the agonizing countdown to red. Finally the little white stick figure shows up on the display, and you believe it a gift from God. But no! Apparently getting across the street turns into a race against the clock. And your only consolation prize is getting hit with a car. If you manage to sprint across the street in the small amount of time given, you walk away feeling accomplished, but behind your back the stop light is laughing at you, because it knows something you don't at that moment. You have to get back across.
I hate you, stop light. I hate you.
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