What Do You Mean You Can't Magically Drive Through Me?

Hola Amigos! (See what I did there? I tricked you all into thinking that I speak Spanish. I can say those two words and maybe about twenty more, but I can not form a sentence. Ha!) Today's story actually comes from my mom, but instead of writing it up, she relayed the story to me and gave me permission to go hog wild with it. Here goes nothing.

Today my mom was coming home from a "flower show." We'll use the term loosely since it ended up being a few flowers set up in pots in a bank parking lot. For this area, though, for all intents and purposes, that would be a flower show. While driving down the road she decided that she wanted some yummy, yummy Burger King.

The way things are set up on the road she was on, is that there are business on both sides of the very busy main road, with a center lane for turning down the middle. Burger King is on the opposite side of the road than the one she was on, therefore, she had to enter the center lane. At this point she had just come through a red light, which was the same red light that the cars going the opposing direction were slowing down to stop at, as it was now red. She waited in the center lane until they all came to a stop where they usually all ended up backing up to and blocking the Burger King entrance. Easy enough, right? Well, this is where it gets hinky.

As my mom is sitting there, opposing traffic stopped, the last straggler in the line starts to wave and toot her horn at my mom, trying to get her to pull out from the center lane. What this lady apparently was not getting was that she was blocking the entrance to BK with her car, and my mom wanted in there. I have no idea what in the Sam Heck she thought my mom was doing, but she started yelling obscenities at my mom from her car, throwing a fit that my mom wouldn't just drive. The ONLY place she could have been going from the center lane was into BK. There was nowhere else to go from that part of the center lane. Clearly, this lady had a few screws loose, and the rest, well, they were just missing.

I have just one question. Where do these people get their brains? Oh wait, no, two. Can they trade them in for a working one?