The other day, I was standing at an intersection near my house waiting to cross. It’s a complicated five-way intersection with a fire station in the middle of it, so I respect the crossing signals. I was happy to wait for the striding symbolic person to light up.
There was a guy in his car at the intersection who was, for some reason, annoyed that I was …
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