Dodging raindrops on my way back to the office from Nordstrom, clutching my cute new Danskos and my grilled chicken cesear (for which my stomach was ardently begging), I was excited to see my favorite street musician at the corner of Fifth and Pine. I call this guy the Stevie Ray Vaughan Wanna-Be, because his sound has a strong SRV vibe, but it's probably not fair to label him like that.
Anyway, I'm crossing Pine while rummaging through my wallet for a bill or two to drop in the dude's guitar case. I get to the other side and (shocking disclosure alert!) without looking or even thinking I start to cross Fifth...against the light. Not a good idea, because there are cars coming. Honking cars. I jump back with sufficient seconds to spare, so the sickness I felt was not because of any near-death experience, but because I was guilty of hypocrisy.
All the times I verbally railed against people who just walk out in front of cars, all the moments when I extended my middle finger toward cars that have nearly run me over in crosswalks...oh, the shame. I am humbled.
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