Every morning I leave my home to catch the bus. Every morning I use the plain-sightedly painted crosswalk to cross the street. Every morning cars do not stop for the pestestrian in the crosswalk. I have to wait for the traffic light down the block to turn red.

Every morning I leave my office to walk to *bucks for my morning cup o’ joe. Every morning I use the plain-sightedly painted crosswalk, equiped with bright yellow “yeild to pedestrian” sign, to cross the street. Every morning cars do not stop for the pestestrian in the crosswalk. I have to wait for the traffic light down the block to turn red.

If there’s no crosswalk, don’t cross; go to the nearest intersection with a traffic light and cross there. But if there’s a crosswalk, traffic light or no, the law is that traffic is supposed to yeild.

Infuriating.