Pedestrian Rage

I hate to be a downer on a Friday and all but, what the heck is wrong with this world?

As I have posted, Most people don't shovel their snow these days. Therefore, because of the snow and ice as well as occasional balance issues related to my ankle "fixation," on particularly bad weather days I use my James Bond-like cane. It collaspses into four equal parts. With the flick of the wrist it is fully extended for use. It's like having a third leg.

Yesterday, I waited to cross the street near the Rite-Aid. I usually wait until there are absolutely no vehicles coming in either direction. Most people in this town pay no attention; they coast through right-on-reds and it is as if they learned to drive playing Bumper Cars at the fair. I don't want to end up like that poor squirel I saw the other day so, I'm overly careful. I saw no cars in sight so, I started across the street. Then out of nowhere came a guy in a Chevy truck down the street facing me. I was in the middle of the road when I saw him without even looking zoom through the stop sign and turn right onto the road towards me. The car was coming directly towards me and his lack of attention and conversation with his passenger caused him to also turn in to the far left lane. I shouted, "HEY" as loudly as I could to get him to notice me in that I had nowhere to go other than back to Jesus. What happened next is beyond crazy.

The guy stopped his vehicle and gestured while dropping F-Booms. Why the F**K was I yelling at him... he didn't hit me? He was about to get out of the truck and really go after me when it appeared his passenger said something to him. He looked at the cane, gave me a dirty look and then drove onward a few feet ahead. He stopped his truck and watched me by looking out the back window over his shoulder. Now, it was my turn to use the F word once I reached safely on the other side of the street. 'So, you are going to carelessly run down a guy walking with a cane and because he interceeded on his own behalf, you are going to kick his arse?' I was three blocks from home and every step of the way I imagined the jerk would appear, jump out of his truck and beat me in some sort of twisted pedestrian rage. WTF!