What the Fetch?!

There are those experiences that stick with you the rest of your life. For most these experiences are special ones like the birth of a child or their wedding day. For me, that experience involves a Mexican, a Astro-Van and a stoplight
It was an oddity. A Hispanic man pulls into the turn lane of the only stop-light in town. The light being green would have you assume that the man would go. Then you realize what the problem with assumptions is; they are often wrong. (You thought I was going make a reference to me and you and a tookus, didn't you.)
The man didn't go, he sat there. One would wonder if he had picked a winner and had not noticed the green light calling his name. It wouldn't be the first time that something odd had happened in this town; like most towns with only one traffic signal, odd is normal.
Then the unconceivable happened, the light turned red. Ok that isn't that unconceivable, but the man then choosing to turn . . .. We only could wish that there would be someone on that lonely street to share in our laughter, but alas, we were alone.
To this day I still remember that warm Sunday afternoon on Mainstreet. It will go down in infamy.