As our cat rests on my left arm as I begin to type this, I am feeling pressed (almost literally) to write about a few of my own personal pet peeves for the next three days this week (and who knows maybe for some other weeks also: to be determined).
I walk to many places in our town, for example, the library where I work and the senior center where I volunteer (yep, la de freaking da: do you volunteer? No, well, then you should feel like poop right now for not volunteering, because you’re a very bad person), to name a couple of them. In the process of my perambulating to one of those places yesterday, I had to cross the streets of our town using this amazing new technology called crosswalks.
According to two of my favorite online friends Merriam and Webster, this is what a crosswalk is, notice the part about “pedestrians.” Chapter 35, Section 3542(a) of Title 75 of the Pennsylvania Consolidated Statutes states:
“When traffic-control signals are not in place or not in operation, the driver of a vehicle shall yield the right-of-way to a pedestrian crossing the roadway within any marked crosswalk or within any unmarked crosswalk at an intersection.”
However, in our town, which is in the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania, I feel like this man in California:
The only difference is that I can’t blame drivers not stopping because I am black (mainly because, hmmm, I’m not black, and, in fact, in our whole town, you’ll find less than a handful of black folks, not including these in lawns:
). I also can’t blame drivers not stopping because I don’t give them enough time as under the law, Chapter 35, Section 3542(b) of Title 75 (see previous link, just one subsection underneath previous subsection):
“No pedestrian shall suddenly leave a curb or other place of safety and walk or run into the path of a vehicle which is so close as to constitute a hazard.”
I give the pricks plenty of time, but they still don’t stop.
One of these days, I will make sure they stop.
Matthias92 (Wikipedia) Shooting a Uzi on the Eshel HaShomron Hotel Shooting Range in Ariel in Israel.
Qu’est-ce que c’est?
fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa better
Run run run run run run away
OH OH OH
Methinks, they’ll know what it is and will drive, drive, drive, drive, drive, drive away, OH OH OH, in the other direction.