Brad and Mike pulled up to a red light in a quiet part of the city. Mike looked around and turned to Brad, who was behind the wheel.
“There’s nobody around, man. Go through the red.”
“I can’t do that,” replied Brad. “It’s against the law.”
“Who’s gonna see? We’re totally alone,” Mike prodded.
“Knowing my luck, the police are right around the corner.”
“There’s not another car for blocks. C’mon, man. You’re wastin’ time,” complained Mike.
“I’m not gonna. It’s illegal.”
“It’s not a crime of you don’t get caught.”
“That’s crazy,” protested Brad. “Laws are there for a reason, otherwise life would slip into anarchy.”
“Laws aren’t absolute. If they were, there’s be no social progress. We’d still have slavery. Women wouldn’t be allowed to vote. Civil disobedience is a creative force for good, man,” said Mike.
“Explain to me how driving through a red light advances civilization?” asked Brad.
“It’s a reminder that we’re in charge of our fate, man. Do it. Do it as a declaration of your own independence. Tell the world that Brad O’Sullivan is the master of his own destiny.”
At that moment the light turned green.
“See?” said Brad. “Being patient is also a way of expressing control over my destiny.”
“That’s weak, man,” said Mike, shaking his head.
Brad smiled and proceeded through the intersection legally.