So there I was, walking downtown through Bozeman in my kilt, like I often do, when I stopped at an intersection because the light had just turned red. I expected, like I usually do, that the traffic crossing my path would start moving again, as they were faced with a green light.

They didn't move.

I looked to make sure the light was green for them, and it certainly was. I looked at the drivers of the vehicles, and they stared right back at me, ignoring their green light. Now, I don't think that there was anything particularly unusual about that specific kilt, nor was it a windy day, but these drivers didn't move their vehicles until just a couple seconds before their green light changed.

Now I don't know about the rest of you, but I kind of enjoyed that.