New one to revive this thread. You stop at the stop sign before you turn left for your street. You look both ways and make your turn. It's 2 AM. Disco lights, siren, cop asks you how much you've been drinking. You're still in uniform and haven't. He asks why you ran the red light. "There's a light there?" You and your crashpad-mate passenger look back, "####, you're right!" The cop lets you off with a warning, laughing. The light has been there for a month.
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