I will note that as of recent years and centuries, it’s been the common response of *Homo sapiens * to look for the easiest and quickest way to get things accomplished. While this has led to great achievements, such as phones, cars, and computers, it has also led to great folly, such as cars.
Specifically, there is a certain subset of this species which believes that traffic laws don’t apply to them. All in the pursuit of the aforementioned tendency to look for the easiest and quickest way to achieve their desires.
And even more specifically, there is an individual with whom I share the honor of living in this fair city with. Someone who believes that living closer to the end of the block facing the access road parallel to the highway entitles them to steer their means of transportation the wrong way in order to more speedily enter the intersection to cross the highway overpass. Unfortunately, this intersection is at the base of a steep hill, which is quite frequently damp with the precipitation that our fair city, again, is justly famous for. And it’s also right next to the highway onramp – a detail important to this story.
Even more unfortunately, this obviously-deranged individual was attempting to accomplish this feat while I was obeying the call of gravity down the hill at a rapid, yet restrained, pace due to the fact that I had the green light, and thusly, the lawful right to enter and merge with the other temporary residents of the highway in our collective desire to reach our destinations.
Now, visualize this individual inching his way across a road wide enough for one moving car and one parked car, trying to peer uphill. Visualize your humble Doper staring at the idiot trying to go the wrong way just to hit the intersection. And the subsequent realization that a) I’m already less than four car lengths from the intersection, and b) this genius is diagonally blocking 3/4 of the whole road and, by extension, 4/4 of the onramp.
This scenario, which was unfortunately far more concrete than other philosophical scenarios such as Plato’s cave or Schroedinger’s cat, resulted in your humble Doper leaning rather heavily on her brakes and clenching her teeth as the wheels skidded at the bottom of the hill.
Fortunately, the scenario didn’t end in tears, as he managed to make his way into the intersection and turn right onto the overpass without further incident. It did, however, end in the subsequent regret that I was too surprised at the time to get his plate or bellow some interesting and road-rage-inducing epithet.
(NB: Your humble Doper is of the general understanding that roads providing access to highways are, by necessity, one way roads. If there are two way access roads in existence, then I withdraw my objection.)