(the one who nearly hit me this morning turning left while I was crossing an intersection)
Hey, listen, I totally understand: you are important! Your car alone tells me just how important you are. Your perfectly colored hair, your sunglasses, and that watch do, too.
I know: you have places to get to. Your places are way more important than where ever it is I was slogging my chubby self to this morning in my running shoes and very bright pink running clothes. You know. The color I picked out because how many times have I almost been run over by similar drivers? I thought the very bright pink might be more noticeable.
And I get it: my presence in the intersection really was annoying. I mean, come on. A pedestrian crossing the street totally deserves the finger and the f word! And a nice long shove on your horn, too!
But here's the deal: when the light is green, and there's no turning light, and even if you desperately need to turn left, guess what? Just then, at that moment? It's my turn to cross the street.