Late last night, Damjan and I drove into some serious roadworks. There were detour signs (“No left turn. Follow me! Right. Left. Left. Hurrah!”), flashing arrows, backhoes and really tall traffic cones.

As we approached a red light, we (and the cars around us) had to pull up at an unconventional angle to avoid running over a toppled traffic cone.

“Hmm. I wonder if we should pick that up?” Damo mused. The traffic light turned green and I accelerated into the intersection.

“Too late,” he said.

“No way! ” I yanked the steering wheel left. “I’ll stop at the curb.”

“What?!” Damjan sputtered.

I grinned. “Out you go, Damo.”

“Oh, very well!” *grumble grumble*.

I watched him push the car door open and start jogging back towards the intersection. Hee hee. I like civic conscious people.