I HATE you stupid little buttons that do nothing to aid me in crossing the street. You can make that obnoixous beep noise all you want, but I know the truth. Your mearly there to mock me. As a child I loved pressing you, thinking I was making a difference in my street crossing abilities. But oh how I've come to LOATH you. I will no longer tolerate you making me look like a pacing fool as car-folk laugh and laugh. WE ARE THROUGH BUTTONS.