Meanwhile, the walker continued across the street, but not without yelling self-righteous invectives at the Mercedes driver, since the fact that the pedestrian was in the crosswalk divested him of all responsibility for the incident. The Mercedes driver leaped from his car to scream, not at the walker who deserved a dressing down, but at the van driver. And the van driver, understandably fearing he might soon be a road rage casualty was the only one who was not yelling, and yet he was the one who was going to have get his bumper repaired (the Mercedes hadn’t a scratch) and pay for the points on his car insurance for years to come when nothing that had just occurred was his fault.
Because in my court of law the gavel of guilt would have to fall directly upon the pedestrian.
Had he exercised a little common sense, and better timing, instead of his state-given crosswalk rights, none of it would have happened.
Same thing the morning I wrote this, when I stopped my car at a stop sign and crosswalk to prepare to enter Elm from High Street and, seeing no approaching vehicles on Elm Street, none turning in from Main Street, none heading north toward Elm from Central Street, and no one waiting at the curb, I dared to roll slowly forward. But then suddenly, there appeared a man, who having just arrived at the edge the crosswalk, stepped into it and directly in front of my car.
I, too, like the Mercedes driver of the day before had no choice but to hit the brakes and by not bumping the man with my bumper, became subject to the man’s impromptu through-the-windshield Driver’s Ed lesson on how, because a sign says stop, you’re supposed to stop at it, which, of course I had.