It was just after midnight and time to go home. The fog had rolled in. Visibility was...well, nothing was very visible out there.
We could see a few feet in front of us. Luckily, the way home was well-known, so familiarity helped a bit. That and slow driving. Because you just know that there is some idiot driving out there with a death wish.
We found him within a couple miles of home. Stop sign? Nah, he didn't have to stop at the stop sign. And sure, why not blow by it at 40 miles an hour?
I'm glad I don't live someplace where fog is a common problem.