Being Angry

Three months ago I watched a driver try to beat out a deadline, a yellow light. He was about half-a-block away from the intersection when the light turned yellow. He accelerated. By the time he blasted through the intersection, the light was a very pretty cherry red. Well, actually he only blasted part way through the intersection. Because he had missed the deadline, he ended up taking out the left rear panel of a van which was, quite innocently, going through on green. When I talked about what I had seen with the police officer, he told me the man who had tried to beat the light was really angry. Not at himself, but at the light for not being yellow long enough.