“Just because you are walking doesn’t mean you have the right to hold up fucking traffic!” – shouted at me as I crossed 5th Street at Spring Street, with the crosswalk signal indicating walk.
“Actually, sir, I am crossing protected by the lights, so yes it does. I’m not going to run across the crosswalk so that you can make your right turn on red quicker.” – what I should have said.
“Up yours!” accompanied by the finger – what I actually said.
DG would have been disappointed that I let slip an opportunity to yell “Suck my shit!”
Get a car.
I have a car. I choose to walk. I have a deathwish, apparently.
How’s your car doing, by the way?