Because Guys Sometimes Like Pink

Remember this-
everything that you have ever experienced in your entire life has brought you to this instant! All things now are possible in the limitless void of counter-actuality. All things too that are knowable will be realized in this new dimension of bikini girls with machine guns!
-Lux Interior, Bikini Girls With Machine Guns

It's another weekend here in Oklahoma. I'm still recovering from what may or may not be bronchitis, as well as a staff duty shift. It was pretty quiet, which is always a good thing. I've been spending most of the day car hunting- I'm not looking forward to going to a dealership, mostly because it's a pain in the tail. So I've been scouring private sellers with limited success, though I know sooner or later I'll have to break down and finance a car. This shouldn't be a problem. Well, all in good time, I think. It's important to have a plan, like many areas of life.
Just don't do anything like the moment of Zen I witnessed today. Let me set the scene for you- for those in the know, this takes place at the intersection of Sheridan Road and Fort Sill Boulevard, not too far from the Goodyear plant, the only other reason Lawton continues to be on the map. As is common, this intersection has a dedicated left-turn lane, with a likewise dedicated left-turn arrow on the traffic light. I happened to be turning left, and pulled up to the intersection, the second car in line. The light had turned yellow, with a police cruiser sitting across the road in plain view of me, not like I was planning on running the light anyway- first off, because southern drivers give New Yorkers a run for their money behind the wheel, and second, because there was a police cruiser sitting right there. Actually the main reason was the light had gone from yellow to red as I pulled up, so it's not like a skin-of-your-teeth maneuver. The car in front of me, however, also rolling up to the light, somehow managed to miss one or two things- first, that the light was not even possible to mistake for yellow, and that the police cruiser was sitting right there on the other side of the road. Yet through that red light they went! Amazing, said I. The police cruiser, predictably enough, snapped on the lights and went after them. So all in all, not really anything unusual here, we see cause, and we see effect. But what amazed me was how could you possibly be paying that little attention to the road? What was this person looking at? The higher, more esoteric, hidden things of the universe? Well, at any rate, the hour grows late, and I grow increasingly car-less.