You are at my house for a cookout. I have burgers, brats, and dogs (with appropriate buns), but nothing else. You are not at all surprised to learn that my only topping offerings are various mustards. Which mustard would you like on your meat sandwich of choice?
Scenario: Person A is the first in line at a red stoplight. There are a bunch of cars behind Person A. The light turns green; there are no ambulances, fire trucks, police cars, small children, roving herds of puppies or any other hazard that would necessitate hesitation, but it takes 15-20 seconds before Person A begins moving.
This is acceptable if Person A is an enormous asshole
This is acceptable if Person A is an enormous chicken-shit
This is acceptable if Person A exceeds the speed limit between stoplights.
This is acceptable if Person A is a white male.
This is acceptable if Person A is doing something important, such as a phone conference with their best client.
This is acceptable if Person A is doing something frivolous, such as painting their nails or managing their fantasy sports team.
Have you ever been first in line at a stop light, and had a little old lady fall, directly in front of you, where you could see her but the people waiting behind you couldn’t?
Have you not paid much attention to this very long running thread but now dipped into it and found answering utterly pointless poll questions strangely addictive?