Today when I was standing at an intersection waiting for the light to change, a school bus full of kids turned in front of me. A little guy with Down Syndrome waved at me and I waved back. We shared a smile.
In that beautiful moment, I forgot all about the pesky cyclists who race through all the stop signs â€” in what I imagine â€” is an attempt to knock over that “smug pedestrian.”
Of course, as soon as I got the the corner of Wilcocks and Huron, it all came rushing back as I had to wait for three scofflaws to race through the stop sign before I could cross.
I, too, fall into a murderous rage about this… I have taken to yelling at these morons on the street. Not a good habit to take on!
Today some dingbat was riding on the sidewalk on Huron, well south of campus in a residential area. The sidewalk there is narrow. With great flourish I stepped on to someone’s lawn to allow her highness to pass. As she did, I exclaimed just one word: sideWALK!