Honestly, you shouldn’t be mad at that traffic light—you should be writing it a thank-you letter. It didn’t delay your DoorDash order; it initiated your spiritual awakening. Give it three more intersections and you won’t even be delivering fries anymore—you’ll be sitting on a mountaintop dispensing street-level wisdom to lost travelers: "He who rushes the ranch shall find only a soggy fry." Embrace your destiny, Master Sage.