I nearly had another altercation with the motorcycle cop who hangs out at the dead end where I jaywalk on the way to work. (It’s a dead end, c’mon.) But I saw him just as I stepped off the curb.
Stepped right back as he revved his engine.
Not this time, copper!
I had a conversation with another would-be jaywalker who’d stopped just in time. She pointed out we could’ve walked to the end of the cul-de-sac and back to the other side of the crosswalk in the amount of time we stood idle. Maybe next time.
Not this time, copper!
I had a conversation with another would-be jaywalker who’d stopped just in time. She pointed out we could’ve walked to the end of the cul-de-sac and back to the other side of the crosswalk in the amount of time we stood idle. Maybe next time.
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