San Francisco is in the Top 10 cities with the meanest drivers and I’m hardly surprised. I just returned from purchasing myself lunch and spent 65% of my drive waiting for stupid, slow, perfectly mobile assholes to cross the road.
I was reminded of my brother, a shockingly patient and well-adjusted person who is angered by this offense and this offense only.
“I just need to see some effort. I just need to know that they’re aware of me waiting for them and that they’re moving faster because of it. I don’t need them to break into a sprint, although that would be nice. Just effort. Displayed effort.”
I simply roll my eyes, loudly exhale, honk, etc.
But I think Alex’s point is excellent. Pick up the goddamn pace, trophy wife. Otherwise, I’m pretty sure I’m under the legal limit and my foot might be about to slip…