So it's a crosswalk
This is beginning to get ridiculous and also dangerous.On Friday, before my garlic attack, I was walking back to my vehicle after a test. I'm strolling along, wearing a white Nebraska sweatshirt and red shorts, very visible to anyone. After all, I'm not a small guy. My phone rang with a text message, so I'm reading that while I step into the crosswalk.
Then it happens. A white Saturn driven by some scruffy dude, blows through the crosswalk and whips it right. He missed me by between 18 and 24 inches. In my shock, I look at him, and salute him with a finger. However, I get so indignantly livid, I made the executive decision to give him a piece of my mind.
I get to my vehicle and I hop in, because I saw the general area where he was looking for parking. However, I couldn't find him him because I was going rip him a new one.
This stuff only happens once right?
No.
Yesterday, the same crosswalk, only this time, I'm not quite in the safe zone, but some lady whips her car right trying to get away from school. I just stood there for a second because this dumb bint nearly clipped me. Uh, people, it's illegal to blow through a crosswalk when there is someone in it!
Currently, I'm trying to figure out the emails for the campus police and other authoritative figures so I can compose one email saying they need to remind people across campus to be careful, mainly because I don't want to be drilled by a moving vehicle.
posted by Rusty @ 8:55 AM
Comments: 1
