D.J. Coffman - Sequential Artist, Thinker

Here’s a first. I was down mailing some things out at the post office, and I was walking across a crosswalk, with a green light and the right of way, and this big red Ford truck comes barreling down the road with it’s turn signal on, so I decide to jog a bit so I’m not in the way, and the guy speeds up into the turn and BARELY misses me. Within an inch at least, and he was watching me the whole time. He was probably in his 60s– from the looks of it he was probably a foreman of a construction type business or something, didn’t catch the name on the truck if there was one. But the guy, after speeding up an barely hitting me as he watched, then slows down to glare at me in his rear view mirror– to which I gave him the universal “WTF!?” Hand gestures and started walking toward his vehicle…. he sped off. I was locked and loaded to give him a piece of my mind, with something like:

“Hey, aren’t you old enough to know that pedestrians have the right of way on a crosswalk? And hell, dude, I was even hurrying up so you could make the turn at a SAFE speed. Now I’m gonna have to stick my foot in your ass, old man!”

Ah, morning in Scottdale.