  I try to be patient, honestly, I do. But you know when you are familiar with a route, and know well the periodicity of the traffic lightage?
How it will be on red for a lonog time, and on green for only 0.00004 seconds? A period of time that requires a nukular clock to establish. So when I am sitting behind someone who is drunk or on drugs, and they take fucking ages to notice that the lights have changed, it sometimes causes a little smidgen of rage to boil up within me.
Friday night, I was following someone so drugged up it was like he was in a different time zone. He pulled away (late) at one set of lights, and accelerated down the road towards a red light - this is where the trams are, so there are a lot of unnecessary red lights that stay on randomly in case a tram is in the vicinity.
So this light is red, and he accelerates towards it, but with seredipitous timing, it changes to green as he approaches it. Only then he chooses to slow down for the red light just gone! So he slammed on the brakes, and then took ages to realise that the light was now on green. I bet the world was all just pretty colours, far as he was concerned. Or he'd dropped his crack pipe down the front of his trousers. 
