My Dad was a state drivers license examiner in a state where there was both a 'driving' portion of the test (in the car) and an oral examination. One day my Dad was giving an exam to a recent immigrant (about 60 YOA) who was hoping to earn his first license in this country. Based on their casual conversation, he was a laborer who knew his way around machinery. One of the questions in the oral exam was "What would you do if you came upon a traffic light that was blinking yellow?" The examinee replied "That depends." Somewhat confused, my Dad asked what it depended upon. The recent immigrant replied "If I'm in a hurry I just go on through; but if I have time, I stop and fix it for you!"
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