4-way #1: The Plugged Stool

The Plugged Stool lives up to its name:  shit-splattered and backed-up, without any other options, you've got no other choice but to squat a few inches above the filthy seat and pinch one off.  No sense in flushing it, you know you're only going to make matters worse.  Just be glad you didn't feel the icy touch of that filthy toilet seat on your ass.  You got the job done with only minimal skid-marks on your shoes.  Get the fuck out of there and hope the next person's got the time to figure out where they keep the plunger.

Cliff Avenue and County Highway 110 meet at this 4-way stop, The Plugged Stool.  It's surrounded by what sadly passes as the new business district of Harrisburgia.  In reality it's an crammed orgy of capitalist ventures all trying to cash in on the fact that The Stool lies dead-center of the four Harrisburgian schools and serves as their only ways in or out...

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...