I get it, it's early and your coffee has barely kicked in, but surely that doesn't mean that all of you can't see me trying to cross Larry Uteck. I have to take the bus to work due to an injury, that's why you see me with a cane. I can't do a mad dash to cross the road - you'd run me over without hesitation. My 1st bus drops me off 50ft from the intersection with a flashing yellow above it and have 10mins to reach the stop on the other side. I wear a bright jacket, so I don't blend into the background and I stick my arm out to signify my intent.... and hundreds of you drive by. There's plenty of time to slow down and stop; some courteous people have done so in the past. Most of the time, I have to wait until no traffic is coming, but days like today that didn't happen.
Two trucks watched my plight as they waited to turn onto the road and tried to block the traffic for me (thankyou for trying). But that wasn't good enough to stop you all from barreling through inbetween them and missing me by inches.
I follow the rules of the road, perhaps the rest of you could as well instead of pretending you can't see me as I commute 2 hours in either direction to get to work. Would that minute I slow you down for really affect your overall drive? I had to watch my bus pass by from the intersection again this morning. Your lack of patience is going to cost me my job... or downright kill me someday. —That Woman You See Every Morning