:: Wednesday, July 20, 2005 ::

A reason to hate my street:

As I'm attempting to cross West 10th tonight, at a crosswalk, a man pulls his minivan to an unexpected stop and says to me out his window,

"That's really scary."

As in, my crossing the street without waiting for him to go through the crosswalk first is really scary.

Of course, this is regardless of the fact that I was indeed looking at him, and would not have walked into his way unaware. It is also regardless of the fact that, since I took my first foot from the sidewalk and placed it in the street, two cars have plowed through the crosswalk without stopping for me. And, it is of course regardless of the most obvious fact that I have the right of way.

He waited there for a few seconds longer than was appropriate once I was safely on the other side. Then, as he drove off, he was kind enough to honk his horn at me.

I'll tell him what's scary:

Being a padestrian on freaking West 10th Avenue, where commuters regularly exceed the speed limit by like 20km/hr despite the frequent presence of crosswalks.

Gah.


~song~ Don McLean - American Pie

:: Katy 10:10 p.m. [+] :: ::