right hand man....

We have all seen them. Standing tall and proud. Their bright red face looking down on us with authority. We know there out there. They told us so in school. They watch over the roads protecting us from ourselves. So why does the mere sight of one of them will cause anxiety, panic and confusion? I can't explain the phenomena. Even the more seasoned travelers seem to freeze up when they approach one of them. It's really a simple concept, stop then go. When alone I am fearless. I easily handle one of these guardians of our streets without so much as a hair out of place. When others are around is when the sight of these road rangers becomes a matter of life or death. If separate travelers approach as I am, I start to lose it. My palms start to sweat, the thumping in my chest gets heavier, my breathing becomes shallow and labored. It's almost as if I have a type of tunnel vision. I stop as i'm instructed to by the big white letters tattooed of their faces. I look to the left, I look to my right, I look straight ahead. I don't know who is going first. I know who SHOULD be going first. I question everything I was ever taught. I know I've done my part. I stopped when I was supposed to. I looked all the ways I was told too. I should be able to go when it's my turn. But it never happens that way. I see this too often. The other traveler has failed to use the right of way and now I must wait and others must wait. I was on your right and I stopped first! It should be my chance to continue on my journey. But, it has been stolen from me. The big red bullies, the ones that put us in this position, say nothing. They just stand there in silence. They let this happen. I blame them. I hate them. So, I ask all of you please use the right of way and make the road a safer place and less stressful place. Somebody has to....