This morning, I walked down Market Street to the bank. On the way back, I paused at Market and Duke since traffic on Duke Street had a green light.
When the signal changed and the pedestrian sign indicated it was my turn, I started to cross the street, which meant a driver on Market Street had to yield for, oh, maybe five seconds while I crossed.
Apparently he didn't like that, because I heard him swearing at me through his open window.
Terribly sorry for slowing you down, Mr. Driver. At least I was using the crosswalk and not strolling out into traffic wherever I wanted, like so many do in the city. Next time, you could at least make sure the window's closed before cursing me.
When the signal changed and the pedestrian sign indicated it was my turn, I started to cross the street, which meant a driver on Market Street had to yield for, oh, maybe five seconds while I crossed.
Apparently he didn't like that, because I heard him swearing at me through his open window.
Terribly sorry for slowing you down, Mr. Driver. At least I was using the crosswalk and not strolling out into traffic wherever I wanted, like so many do in the city. Next time, you could at least make sure the window's closed before cursing me.
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