My crosswalk had the right of way, so I walked. But a car nosed into it as I reached the other side, blocking my way to the opposite curb. I hate that fucking shit. Some guy, needing so badly to turn right on red, right this instant.
Worse, he rolled down his window and made rude comments to me as I walked right in front of his car, preventing him from turning, and I crossed again on my new green light.
Except I stopped — clear of his vehicle’s path as he was now turning, and still muttering at me — and looked this guy in the eye and said in my loudest voice so he could hear really well:
“HURRY!! HURRY!! YOU’LL BE LATE! You’ll be two seconds late!”
And turned around and finished crossing the street, as legal as could be.
Har.
welcome to the club
Once I was actually hit (but not injured) by a van trying to cut through the Powell St. area foot traffic. There was a SF Parking & Traffic guy 5 feet away, and I went to him expecting him to call in the guy’s license tag. But he couldn’t be bothered – he was on break. I was so mad I marched over to their office and bitched people out for about an hour.
i never can understand the big hurry. those people are just adding years to their lives with such unneccesary stress. unbelievable.