We Get to Decide

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“Let’s go, Lexus. Some people have places to be.”

I flash my high beams repeatedly at the SUV idling in front of us, inching closer to the bumper, talking as though the driver could hear me.

Objectively, I don’t think I am wrong in my assessment of the situation and his or her need to make the turn. We are waiting at a stop light that permits right on red. There are more than a dozen cars behind us, with…