During my walk I cross a street at at least twelve different places. Some are major intersections, others unobtrusive cul-de-sacs. I used to wait and give every car the right-of-way before I crossed. The driver and I would spend a minute or two bowing and scraping, directing each other to go first. I always won out.
Lately I’ve stopped this little power play. Most of the time I forge across (after being certain that I’m not going to be mowed down), waving and smiling a thank you to the driver. I figure that it saves time and is definitely safer. And besides, it offers the driver the opportunity to balance out any road rage before doing the kind little deed.
How do I know this? It happens to me when I stop for a walker. Out pops the ‘good person’ me.
Lately I’ve stopped this little power play. Most of the time I forge across (after being certain that I’m not going to be mowed down), waving and smiling a thank you to the driver. I figure that it saves time and is definitely safer. And besides, it offers the driver the opportunity to balance out any road rage before doing the kind little deed.
How do I know this? It happens to me when I stop for a walker. Out pops the ‘good person’ me.