The Purple Tux
With just enough education to perform.Saturday, February 04, 2006
Low key, or Loki?
Friday night in the city. Fat steaks for dinner. Steaks so smooth the juice rolled off my lower lip and stained my soul patch.
The man next to me was driving the car through a semi-busy neighborhood. It was dark and foggy; it was San Francisco. I sat next to him, enjoying our heterosexual relationship from the comfort of the passenger's seat. Nothing much was going on. We had finished dinner and we were simply on the prowl.
We reached an intersection. There was no stop sign, but there were a few pedestrians at the crosswalk, about to make their move. They had already left the relative safety of the sidewalk and had taken their first few steps on the street.
The man next to me, well, he ignored them. Revving the engine gently, he sped past the small group of pedestrians. Right of way? Hell with that. A brief backwards glance revealed to me the surprised, annoyed, and demoralized faces of the walkers. Even in the dark, there was no mistaking it.
Not a half-block later, a couple try to jaywalk across the street. Jaywalkers... Who needs them, especially when you're the one in the moving vehicle? Surprisingly, the man next to me steps on the brakes. We come to a halt and the man next to me politely waves his hand at the couple, allowing them to jaywalk right in front of us. They barely acknowledge us, rudely assuming that jaywalking (when a crosswalk is only twenty meters away from them) is their God-given right; and as such, we peons in cars must humbly bow down to their actions.
I found it hilarious. The man next to me ignored a group of pedestrians who respectfully chose to use the crosswalk but he decided to honor a selfish couple's desire to jaywalk right in front of us.
Life is good when you sit next to the man.
