but where?

this is getting unbearably annoying.

he arrived at another traffic light. he could have sworn that this was the same one he saw not too long ago. but then again, they all looked identical, so he could very well be wrong. he did not know what to do. right? left? straight? assuming that this WAS the one he encountered not too long ago, that meant he should now NOT go... not go...

he could not remember which path he picked the last time.

left? right? maybe left. no, couldn't have been. he hated going left. in fact, he hated just about everything that had to do with left. left eye, left hand, left leg, leftovers. so it had got to be right or straight. but which one did he pick before? he tried to outwit himself by hypothesizing on what he would have picked had he been him, which he of course had been. this turned out to be too much of a work for his brain and he decided that he would just make a left turn, because he was certain that he did not do that before, considering how much he hated left.

little did he know that this was the exact same train of thought he made last time, and every time, and was the one and only reason why he still hadn't been able to get himself out of this mess.

only this time, the light failed to turn green.