In which I bitch about others' driving habits even though I've only driven three times in the last year

So, Tennessee readers, what the hell is up with people down here and the four way stop? Did they just introduce this concept? Is taking turns really such a difficult thing for southerners to understand? Every morning that we've gone for a run we've encountered the same damn problem at least once, and more often at every one of the twelveteen intersections we cross. We come jogging up at approximately four miles an hour all sweaty and huffing and puffing and really regretting ever taking up this idiotic sport just because our husband would disappear for hours at a time without us if we didn't and then we'd be sad and get fat on ice cream and whole blocks of cheese, and at the same time a car pulls up next to us and another car pulls up to the right of us, not at the same exact time, you understand, but one after another. And then they just sit there, and stare at each other. Or stare into space. Or take a long nap. And I'm happy for the break and all, but at some point someone has to go and it's completely unpredictable who it will be, and I expect that soon we're both going to get hit by multiple cars and die. Sometimes, we come up to an intersection, and there's a car going the same direction as us, with no turn signal on, and it will just sit there until another car comes from the other direction, and then they'll both sit at the stop sign and watch us jog by. I assume that after we're gone they have a barbecue or something.

Also, lady drivers, am I right?


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