Yeah, I'm a freak about admitting when things are my fault: I'm the first one to say when I've fucked up, just as I'll toot my horn when something goes right. It's hard for me to fathom this guy insisting he had the green. The witness, who was waiting also for the red light the kid should have stopped at, was seemingly quite credible to the police officer who I watched arguing with the kid about the lights. In the end, it will work out in my favor and I'm covered by mine anyway, but it's just that slap in the face reminding me how shitty people are that gets to me.
