Why do people walk into the road when they can see traffic heading their way? You’re sitting in two tonnes of fast moving metal and they’re stepping off the kerb giving you the hard look… their eyes saying: “Come on, I dare you, knock me down, make my day.”
It baffles me.
Yesterday I was waiting at a traffic light: third back in the line of cars, in the middle lane – when a woman started to cross. The cars in front of me had already pulled across the junction, but I hesitated when I saw her coming from my left. Thinking she may have missed the light cue – I hooted. She swore, slammed her hand on the bonnet and kept right on walking.