Move It Along, Y'all

Dear The People In Cars,

We need to talk.

I really, really appreciate that you want to stop and let me cross the street. I imagine that it must be frustrating for you when I refuse to cross and wave you along.

But honestly, and I say this with love, do you think I can trust you?

You don't use turn signals when you don't think any other cars are around. So I end up waiting to cross streets only to find out that you're going the other way, or starting to cross only to discover that you're going straight through where I was going to walk. Many of you wait until about 5 feet before the intersection to brake, and then pull up into the crosswalk. You're unpredictable, and you don't always see me because I'm not a 3000+ pound metal cage with some plastic bits and colored enamel on the outside.

The fact that you've stopped at an intersection gives me no confidence that your next move won't involve cracking some of my bones, and not in that Eddie Izzard chiropractor sort of way. I'm sorry this hurts your feelings, but it's true. I'd rather wait.

Also, you might want to calm down at the intersection of 49th and Burnet. When I walk down the hill, I'm not the hillfolk coming to beat on your car with a stick, I'm catching a bus. It's coming down the street behind you. Have a little less coffee.

Love,
The Princess