This morning on my way to work I was tailgated the whole way down Parkway Boulevard.
Yes, I know, it is difficult not to want to go more than the speed limit on that road. Yes, I know, it's tempting to drive more than 25 mph if you are running late, or whatever. I get it.
But there were little kids out walking to school.
And as the woman in a burgundy SUV kept tailgating me -- even as I slowed slightly near a child standing on a sidewalk -- I thought of the little boy who died after being struck by a car on East Philadelphia Street.
I looked in my rear view mirror at the next stop sign, where a crossing guard stood ready to help children cross the two-way stop. The woman beeped and flashed her lights.
Seriously, I can't imagine what was so important that she kept insisting that I speed and do rolling stops -- especially when kids are out walking to school.
I hear you. Also bad: the people who insist on tailgating you even when you put your blinker on to indicate that you plan to parallel park. I'm not a great parallel parker in the first place, and those people just make it worse.