Yield to your brethren

A local fast-food emporium (which continually refuses to compensate me for all the publicity I give it) has a couple of yield signs in the parking lot.  All traffic yields to pedestrians (thanks for that), and “before food” traffic yields to “after food” traffic.   Makes sense.  If the “after food” cars can’t go, they get stalled at the window.  Then no one can go.

That leads me to Monday.