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I watch people cross the street and they’re indifferent. All ages and genders. Car coming? So? Hit me or stop. Your call, their actions proclaim.
Yeah, and I’ve been in those days, walking and thinking, I don’t care. Hit me. I’m fine with that today. I think most of us have been at that nadir.
While writing at the coffee shop, I look at the window and watch as I ponder tenses and action and try to remember a minor character’s name.
The light turns red. A car rushes up to the intersection. The red light slows them down but they don’t stop.
‘No Right Turns On Red’ is posted.
Doesn’t matter. They’re going anyway. Person in the cross walk doesn’t slow them, either. A turn signal is too much for them.
Basically, they violated four laws at one go. I wouldn’t be surprised to learn they were on the phone while they were doing this.
Sometimes I watch this stuff and think, a monkey is driving that car.
Bike lanes and sidewalks abound in Ashlandia, but today, as in many days, cyclists were riding down the sidewalks — on the wrong side of the street — forcing pedestrians to stand aside, while a guy in a wheelchair on the other side of the street was in the bike lane, ignoring the sidewalks with all the smooth new wheelchair ramps as cars — and bicyclists — pass him.
Sometimes I wonder what’s going on in people’s heads.
Michael Seidel, writer 