UGH

In Miami, and in many other parts of the United States, cars can turn right on red.

Yes. Let me repeat that for my fellow Europeans.

Drivers can literally see a red light, and if there isn’t a sign telling them not to, they can simply… go. Turn-right-on-red. Like the light is more of a suggestion than an instruction.

It’s insane.

There are many things I’ve adjusted to since moving here. Eggs are white, not brown. Every drink arrives with enough ice to survive a small apocalypse. Price tags don’t actually show the price (because tax likes to surprise you at the register). And there are apparently two climates: the one outside and the one inside buildings, where the AC is blasting like the world didn’t just spend twenty years telling us it would destroy the planet.

The list could go on and on and on.

But today I almost missed the chance to slice/rant/complain because a white Tesla (those things have cameras everywhere right?) decided to exercise its right to turn right on red.

While I was crossing the street.

Apparently pedestrians are also a suggestion.