Pedestrians - By JayLaDivo

I am a pedestrian. Yes, rub your eyes and look again, we are a rare breed. At least that’s what it feels like in the big city.
Commuting to work is like walking the plank with the sharks waiting to tear you to shreds. Seriously, it bothers me immensely to hear drivers complain about how hard it was for them to get to make it to work, due to traffic, weather, an accident, blah, blah, blah. Try waiting for a bus and walking over the overpass in the middle of a snow storm and tell me how envious you are to go on 2 feet.
Naturally this doesn’t account for everyone behind the wheel, but it seems drivers have a disturbing habit of getting frustrated with pedestrians. I’m not talking about the idiot that j-walked in front of your vehicle on a busy street. I’m talking about the ones that execute their right of way by crossing at stop signs, lights etc. There’s nothing viler than a driver waiting for me to cross the street and inching his vehicle bit by bit for every step I take. What is so difficult about waiting for someone to cross the street? Are drivers really in that much of a hurry that they don’t care about making someone nervous while crossing the street? I’m not tooting my own horn here. This is coming from someone that was hit by a car…at a stop sign no less.
Maybe drivers need to take into consideration that man had two feet before they had four wheels. Did you know that a human being is a lot more vulnerable than a car? Oh, the wondrous things I learned in grade 11 biology. After all a dent on the hood of a car is the equivalent of a broken bone, as oil spilled is the equivalent to a puddle of blood. Perhaps drivers will only get the point when they witness something tragic with their own eyes.
So just a note for drivers; be patient. Yes you will make it to your destination, and you don’t have to threaten someone else’s life in the process. Remember, the pedestrian still has the right of way. Don’t forget it.