I’m a jaywalker and I haaaate it when drivers stop to let me pass. Especially if there are two lanes going in the direction I’m trying to cross in. Maybe Bad Driver wants to stop, but Normal Drivers in the other lane keep going, meaning I have to dash across the street so Bad Driver doesn’t cause a lousy traffic jam and risk my life with the Normal Drivers.
I’m a good jaywalker, I can wait for a gap in traffic to pass safely.
So anyway, now I begin to suspect that the Bad Drivers are actually Foreign Bad Drivers, sent here to lure American jaywalkers to our deaths. OMG GOD! The conspiracy is finally revealed!
Grrr! I hate this misconception about Tasmanians. Our state-issued turtlenecks cover the neonatal dicephalic correction procedure scars quite nicely, thank you!
While we’re waiting to find out what flavor of humanity is conspiring to ruin Mr. Roboto’s commute, and which country (gee, they’re doing their bad driving/jaywalking combination in the U.S., but the OP is an intuitive genius, or something quite different, and instinctively knows they’re not Americans) to which they must owe allegiance, let’s speculate wildly on what other havoc we might expect. Perhaps at the meat department?
http://boards.straightdope.com/sdmb/showpost.php?p=6713822&postcount=1
Sure,** Mr. Roboto** is far too open-minded to draw the obvious conclusion of anti-American collusion in the foreign-dominated chicken-wing market. And let’s not forget what bad drivers those damn Buffalonians can be. We can read between the lines, Mr. Roboto! Keep up the good fight against those who do not look like you and yet drive badly or engage in poultry-based commerce!
It’s not the ethics of jaywalking or the proper driver response that’s the biggest threat demonstrated by this thread.
You’ve just described conditions on the campus of the university at which I work.
Just outside our central utilities plant is a crosswalk marked not only with bold white lines on the pavement, but with a large yellow sign in each direction and a flashing yellow light atop one of the sign posts. I can’t count the number of idle threats I’ve received from people incensed by my announcements of “Hey, asshole! This is a crosswalk and I’m a pedestrian,” as they roar right past me at 15 over the posted limit. Not one angry phone call to the chief engineer let alone a formal complaint ( the type of cowardly asshole that’s SO BRAVE with a couple tons of steel around them).
If you take a company truck instead, they won’t let you out of the driveway, either.
IMHO, some of these people are the ones who, when they have physical-plant related problems expect us to get there within microseconds of their calls.
Didn’t i see that in a Family Guy episode? What was that cut scene all about?