2010年10月18日月曜日

what's the opposite of road rage?

I was waiting at the intersection of a side road that comes out of the village industrial estate and crosses the main road in and out of town. The road in and out of town.

I was on the side road.

The light was red.

I stopped and waited.

And waited.

A car joined the line behind me.

Three cars pulled up to wait across the other side of the main road.

More cars joined the end of my line.

Amy was counting and commenting on the trucks thundering down the main road. "Green truck! Big truck! Three, four, pretty truck!"

One in every five or so trucks turned into the industrial estate and gave me a little gasp moment as they swung wide around the corner seemingly headed straight for my cute little Suzuki before they (of course) completed their precision manoeuvre and returned to their lane without incident.

The cars whizzed past, a truck joined the line across the other side of the main road and we kept waiting.

And waiting. By now we must have been waiting more than four minutes. I know that's not long in the grand scheme of life but it sure seems like a long time when you're waiting on a traffic light.

I was zoning out from listening to Amy's truck commentary and beginning to wonder whether I usually wait this long at this light and had just somehow never noticed or whether there was something wrong with the light or ...? when there was a tap at my window.

Excuse me?
Yes?
I don't think the sensor has registered your car yet. I think you need to move forward a little?
Oh. Thank you!
....
That's it. See the red light on the pole over there? When that turns on it means the traffic sensor has registered your car.
Oh really? I had no idea. Thank you for telling me.

And he walked away back to his car to be buckled in and ready to continue with his journey when the lights changed in about 20 seconds.

Wow. This poor old guy was kept waiting forever (in some highly unlikely sequence of events both the driver of the car waiting across the main road from me and I had parked too far back from the intersection to register on the traffic sensor and the lights are on a sensor only sequence so they would not have changed until one of us moved forward. Bloody over-cautious women drivers, huh?), realised the problem, calmly got out of his car and came to explain it all very clearly and helpfully- even explaining the reason it happened so it could be avoided in future- and then swiftly returned to his car.

What a guy.



4 件のコメント:

Brenda さんのコメント...

Only in Japan, and perhaps only in Nagano. I swear after driving around in both Chicago and LA this time, I have a new appreciation for the mellow attitude of the drivers around here. Sometimes living in the inaka has its perks!

Gina さんのコメント...

I agree living in the inaka definitely has it perks and the relaxed driving attitudes, I love.

Fwiw though, and I hate to admit it, but I've done that myself too : (, I think it was last year sometime when I was driving and also stopped at a light near our house, Noboru had mentioned to me, to pull up, a little closer so the sensor could "read" my car being there. Now that I know now, I always pull forward a little now and it always changes in a snap. ; )

Xana さんのコメント...

Most of the lights in our area have become automatic recently, but one just won't change unless you back up and go forward several times to set off the sensor. If someone is behind you, you just have to get out and push the button.

Lulu さんのコメント...

That is the funniest thing. I can just see the little man getting out of his car to do this.

Shun gets road rage a little- but I honestly think it is from going to work with my dad in Australia or getting into a car with my mum. Both are terrible drivers with terrible road rage.