D.O.P.-T.

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We had an appointment today in an office building on one of the many twisty, tree-lined roads of office complexes north of Central Expressway. At the traffic light before the last twisty bit, waiting to cross a relatively straight major road, the housemate decided not to proceed on the green light because a large truck was heading straight towards us, on our side of the forested divider. He came straight on, with his hazards on, and turned left in front of us. Into the correct lane, at least. I caught a glimpse of the driver grinning; his load was a flatbed with construction machinery on it, but nothing huge. Unfortunately the housemate didn't think in time to whip out her phone and film.