I know it’s very hard to prove this, but I do think that sometimes, traffic lights have it out for me specifically.
I mean, I find it highly suspect that 3 lights in a row just happened to change to yellow as I approached. And did so in such a way that I had to stop, whilst also shooting out my “mom arm” to safely protect the empty space in my passenger seat.
Three times! That’s not a coincidence. That’s traffic light spite. Or a joke. I’m not sure which.