I’m not even going to try to pretend to understand the nature of the peculiar genetic defect that makes it impossible for a large segment of the population to make simple decisions based on space and time at four-way stops. I can only imagine that if you happen to suffer from this defect that you already have no idea what I’m talking about. Please, by all means, continue to wait until there are no cars within 300 miles before you venture out into the intersection, even though you were the first to arrive at the stop. And stop trying to pass off your automotive incompetence as charity. It’s your fucking turn. Go.

Apparently, these things are difficult enough on crystal clear days in the absence of all obstacles, which is why I recommend you avoid completely the intersection of 9th Ave N and Bay Street NE, as there is a particularly vindictive palm tree that has decided to hide the stop sign there so that you can’t really see it until you’re about five feet away. No, seriously.

What’s this? Smooth sailing, floor it, Timmy.

Same spot. Two steps to the left. Oh snap! Where did that thing come from?

Palm tree of doom.

Ow. The question, it burns. Is it your fucking job to trim this tree? Send us a note and tell us why you suck at it.