As I started to cross the road, I noticed that a car had speeded up. I wished I had been Superman. I would have fearlessly crossed the road and enjoyed watching the car get crushed.
Instead, I waited and waited. And waited but lived to tell the tale.
As I walk past and around cars parked on the sidewalk and the road in front of houses, I find it ironic that the very people who feel entitled to use the public space for their private comfort are horrified at the thought of homeless people using the same type of space for their shelter.
My thoughts of irony are disturbed by a car which wants me to move aside so that it can drive on the road.
