My friend Joe and I were crusing down the street in Joes new car, when we came to an intersection. Even though we had the red light, he drove right through, nearly hitting a passing car. What the heck are you doing, Joe! I asked him after I had regained my wits.



Bill always does it, he replied calmly. A block later was another red, but Joe pushed the petal to the metal, almost killing us. Bill always does it, he said again.



At the next intersection we had a green light, and Joe slammed on the brakes. Your supposed to go, I told him. Get going!



But Bill might be coming! he exclaimed.