My former stepsister says she reads my blog. And yet, I’ve seen no comments from her posted here. Hmm…
Let’s see if she remembers this moment.
Surely I’m not the only one who has crossed the street at a busy intersection, feeling a slight sense of discomfort as I walked in front of cars waiting at the red light, made even worse when I tripped in the middle of the crosswalk. Right? Not the only one? Please?
Anyway, Kat and I were going somewhere one day and she was driving, because I had no license until I was 24 years old. Yes, you read that correctly. Shut up.
We were stopped at a traffic light. It was cold outside, because the windows were rolled up. Crossing in front of us was a young man, who was… well… rather funny-looking. I did something out of character for me. I quietly said, “Hi dork,” or something equally mean. He wasn’t looking at me and there was no way he could have heard me, but as soon as he finished crossing in front of us, he turned toward our car, looked directly at us and waved!
Kat and I looked at each other in disbelief. And then we busted out laughing.
But I’m pretty sure that moment is why I trip in crosswalks. That dude is getting back at me.
These days, the only comments I make to pedestrians go something like “That’s not the freaking crosswalk, moron. Get the HELL out of my way!” But that’s only because I’m genuinely concerned about their safety.
Funny you bring this up…I actually DO remember it. I have another story RE crosswalks…let’s see if YOU remember THIS one! We were at the crosswalk for the Trail, there were no cars coming so I started crossing against the light…you (wimp that you are) stayed on the sidewalk. As I approached the other side, I turned around to say “come on!” to you, and ran into a moving car! Knocked me flat on my ass. One of life’s most embarrassing moments…jeez, what were we ON that day?