Okay, so in retrospect I didn't really need to freak out since the street perpendicular to us ALSO had a red light, BUT AT THE TIME I WASN'T REALLY THINKING ABOUT THAT. She was also driving my car. And it was 7:30. And I smelled pretty bad. This is what happens when I go to concerts and then have to get up early and drive two hours so I can go to work at 11.
LATER: More drawings! NOW: going to work! EVEN LATER: Perhaps more discussion of my neurotic driving fears!