A man is driving down a highway at night when the traffic light ahead turns red.
Instead of slowing down, the driver puts his foot on the gas and flies through the red light.
“Hey!” his passenger in the front seat says,
“You ran a red light and didn’t even slow down!”
The driver smugly shrugs as if it’s not a big deal.
“Don’t worry about it. My brother does it all the time.”
The passenger shuffles in his seat and tightens his seatbelt.
A few minutes later, another red light is up ahead, and once again the driver puts his foot down on the gas.
“Seriously!” The passenger screams out, “Didn’t you see the light was red?”
The driver again shrugs.
“I’m telling you, my brother does it all the time. It’s totally fine.”
A third red light was coming up just ahead, and once again the driver puts his foot down on the gas.
This time, as they fly through yet another red light, the passenger screams:
“That’s enough! Stop the car and let me drive! This is incredibly dangerous!”
The driver shrugs it off, insisting they’re almost there:
“Look, you’ve got to relax. We’ve got one red light to go and we’ll be home. My brother does it all the time. I’m telling you, it’s fine.”
But at that very moment the fourth set of traffic lights up ahead switches from red to green.
The driver, seeing the green light, slams on the brake.
The passenger looks bewildered:
“Hey man, what the heck is wrong with you? You run three red lights but suddenly you stop for a green?”
The driver, rattled by the prospect of running through a green light, turns to the passenger:
“What are you crazy? I’m not running a green light. My brother might have been coming.”
