On the way out of work, I have to cross the street to get to my t-stop. There's a pedestrian crosswalk, and most of the time, the cars stop patiently while I scramble across. I'm not one of those slow walkers ... the kind that you want to ease up on; I move quickly, and I say thank you. Mama raised me right.
Tonight, I stepped up to the crosswalk and three cars zoomed past me. As they passed, I stepped off the curb and saw several bicycles coming. I paused for them, and the lead cyclist, cigar in mouth, jaunty cap and hipster look, came to a complete stop, while the others passed me. I was so impressed that he stopped, I stopped to say thank you. And by stopping, I didn't get pancaked by the bus that sped through the crosswalk.
So thank you again, Mr. Bike Rider for obeying the traffic rules. Be safe getting home.