One afternoon as I varied my route from work at IBM, taking a different road to my motel, I came upon a T intersection, with my road ending at the cross street. On approach, one lane became two: One for turning left, the other, right.
In front of me was a car straddling both lanes, making it impossible for me or several other cars behind me to make a free left turn on the red light. The driver behind me began to honk his horn (or “hoot his hooter” in local vernacular).
The lads from the lane-straddling car quickly revised their plans and strategically withdrew to their own car and burned rubber getting out of there.
After the excitement, I made my left turn and drove to my motel, noting to myself to avoid this route in the future.