If traffic is coming, you fucking wait until your light changes to green.
It's not a stop sign.
We're not taking turns.
And when you do pull out, like I wish your father had in 1977, you don't do it slower than Steven Wright on a bottle of Lunesta and four pints of Sangria during a Congressional filibuster. You hit that accelerator like Marty McFly and rocket to 88 MPH.