I'm going to get hit by a car in the cross walk!
What is it about the pedestrian/driver dynamic in this town ?
I remember staying at Laguna Beach and crossing PCH. Cars would stop if you stood on the curb. Here, in SF, the supposed capitol of compassion-ism, and empathetic leanings, drivers ignore you and, if you step off thinking they'll stop, yer ded bucko. San Jose Ave at about 30th St, right at Mitchell's Ice Cream Parlor. Wednesday mornings the cops have one of their own in street clothes tottering across during the morning rush. There are about 8 cops on bikes just waiting for you to cruise through the cross walk with Mr. Plain Clothes standing in it. It don't matter what side of the street Mr. Plain Clothes is on, if he's between the two white lines, all north and south bound drivers have to stop. It amazes me that as obvious a set up this is, cops are not hiding, lots 'o cars pulled over, and what city dweller can't pick out out a plain clothes cop anyway? cars continue to just blow right by and get nicked.
Okay, granted there are too many worthless carcasses walking around with their head up their ass and their ear on a cell that deserve a little fright by a squealing to a stop set of tires. Try driving 24th street through Noe Valley, you got four way stops at almost every block. Peds just stroll out with an aire of invulnerable self rightousness that it makes me want to hock one at their feet.
Drivers: If peds are looking at you and are standing at the foot of a cross walk, they are not checking out your lame ricer or the type of air freshener you've got hanging off the rear view. Do not honk and or go around the other drivers that are stopped for peds. You are Asshat Supreme and I hope getting caught counts as strike No. 3
Peds: Do have a look before making the cross, if a car is stopped at a four way before you decide to make your move on to the asphalt, it is the drivers turn. Let that car drive across then you can go. And stop stuffing that croissant while talking on the mobile and not looking at where you are going crap.
What I am doing that's going to get me killed: After staring at you coming my way whilst my foot is fieghning a giant step in front or you Mr. Driver, you don't stop, you get the point of my umbrella across your meaty side. Or if he day is lovely, my man tote will be knocking a dent in your door.
