Ménage à Trois...quatre, actually

This ménage is not the fantastical, messy 3-way we all secretly hope to drunkenly stumble into some day on a beach in southern Mexico.  No, this menage is a backed-up 4-way where nothing goes in or out smoothly.  Not on a beach, but in the purgatory of corn fields between Sioux Falls and Harrisburgia.  The dreaded 4-way stop.

There is a time and place for the 4-way stop.  Perhaps a lonely intersection in the country where to winding highways meet.  A quiet residential area where a couple through-streets come to cross.  Maybe in a place where civilized people can be counted on to follow simple rules to avoid a breakdown in the social order.

Harrisburgia is not this place.  There are two 4-way stops that must go for two very simple reasons...


I decided to write the conclusion to this menage in four forthcoming entries:
4-way #1:  The Plugged Stool
4-way #2:  The Escape Hatch