Traffic Lights Love Me

Some of my friends and I have this little ritual we do every time we make it through a yellow light: we kiss our hand and then either tap or rub it against the car's ceiling. I understand that in parts of Concretestan, doing this would require other people in the car to remove an article of clothing. But when we do it, we are thanking the stopligth for allowing us to make it through. In doing so, the traffic light likes you a little more, and will put in a good word for you to all its traffic light friends. (And they are all friends.)

And it works. Since I've started performing this little ritual, the percentage of traffic lights that I make it through on yellow has increased noticeably.

So now that I'm in with the traffic lights, now that I've won their favor, do I just take it for granted every time I make it into the intersection just before it turns red? No. Every time, I thank the traffic light.

And that's why traffic lights love me.