How DId The Ass-hole Cross The Road

It Really Is Not That Hard To Cross the Street

 

 

Have you ever been waiting at a red traffic light and been distracted?  You know, dropped something, reached to adjust the radio, answered a phone, or turned to tell a child in the back seat to sit down.  It happens. When this does happen have you ever seen the light turn green and just automatically pulled out?

I know you shouldn’t, but sometimes you just do. Not often, but it can happen.

Today I was waiting at a stop light and as the light just turned green this ass-hole was walking right in front of me.  He started to cross when the light for him was amber.  He did not look right or left, he was looking straight ahead.  It was as if he was daring me to run him over. He had that look on his face.  You know the look, the one that says,

“Dude, I’m walking here, and I’m taking my time…you’d better not run me over!”

Like his skinny ass would win over my 3000 pounds of steel.

I saw him.  I knew he was going to cross ahead of me even though the light would be green before he got past my grill.  I knew he would be too cool to even quicken his pace.  As a matter of fact he did what most of these cretins do; he slowed down to a crawl.

It was not a problem.  I could wait.  What pisses me off at these jerkweeds is that I might have been distracted.  I might have just looked up, seen the light go green and in a split second of poor judgment let my instincts to go at green and run this knucklehead over.  In a nanosecond this fuckwad could have ruined my life.  He would be dead and I would have to live with the fact that I killed someone; someone’s son, a father, who knows.  Yes his life would have been over but it would wreck my life as well.  A nanosecond of distraction could have ruined my life all because this clown does not know how to cross a street.

I know it is my responsibility to pay attention at all times, and to expect the unexpected when driving.  I try, and I think I am a pretty good driver, but everyone has a lapse sometimes.

Pedestrians have a responsibility also.  They need to pay attention.  I learned when I was four years old that you look both ways before you cross a street.  You do not cross unless you are sure the light will be in your favor all the way across.  When you cross you keep your eye on all the cars, even stationary cars, and unless you have a disability, you put a little giddy-up in your step all the way across.

I didn’t kill you today you friggin too cool for school dumbass, but next time I might be reaching for my phone, or fighting with my wife, or just be thinking about my next blog post.  Next time I might have a brain fart and run your ass over. 

I’ll be at fault.  I’ll be sued for everything I’ve got.  I’ll feel guilt and remorse for the rest of my life.

You will be fucking dead.

Ass-hole!!