Crosswalks

I find it damn near impossible to avoid trying to piss off drivers when traveling across the street.

Although we have never seen anyone get hit in the cross walk outside our apartment, a day, I am certain, is coming when a car v. pedestrian accident will occur. This is why I go out of my way to make a scene when I am crossing the street.

Drivers typically come up to said cross walk and do not appear to slow down to stop, as they are required to do by California law (and in Theory the laws of karma and the universe). If this happens on my watch, I take the opportunity to show them how to slow down. When properly motivated I can walk at a snail's pace.

If a driver continues to roll through the cross walk with out stopping I go from 0 to 60 in 2.37 seconds. I could be having a perfectly fine day. Nothing bothering me. Mr. Bluebird on my shoulder. The finger that I save for this occasion implies several "meaningless fillers" that I should refrain from posting to the "Interweb".

If I am in a particularly feisty mood, I go out of my way to make this scenario happen. Seriously, for some reason, I get this urge deep in the pit of my being to go out there, wait for the opportune moment and step in to traffic.

Those pussies that stand out there for five minutes for a break in traffic to cross? They need to learn the meaning of the word "right-of-way".