Discourtesy


How foolish he had looked. It was a busy intersection -University Ave at Regina. I was attempting a left-hand turn and in so doing had to yield to oncoming traffic facing northward.

I could see the young co-ed ladened with books using the cross-walk in my direction to the left. The van opposite me was waiting for the girl to get across before making his right-hand turn.

The driver behind him however could not see the pedestrian and, apparently, was not prepared to wait the requisite twelve seconds. He blared with his horn, probably to impress the girl at his side. Seeing no change he honked again, waiving his arms in the air and commenting no doubt to his friend about plodding, sloppy driving practices.

She was the one who saw the pedestrian first, laying one of her hands on the upper arm of the gesticulating chauffeur. I hope that he was embarrassed. Yeah...embarrassed REAL BAD!

Hopefully the sweet young thing in the car was heeding the lesson. Better to be looking for a guy down an ounce or two of testosterone, and looking out for the needs of others, freshly polished convertible notwithstanding.

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