Yes, the law's on your side. Yes, I'm legally obligated to stop for you, pretty much any time / anywhere. But jesus fucking christ, can you pay attention? Today on NE Broadway and 15th, you were busy gazing the opposite direction until the last possible second before turning face and marching directly into the path of my automobile. Though we didn't even come within fifteen feet of each other you deemed it necessary to sneer and gripe (sorry didn't catch what you said) at my EVIL CAR. Really? If it had looked like you wanted to cross in front of me I would have gladly stopped. Instead you were poking at your phone, back to the street, probably trying to find directions to some stupid boutique underwear gallery or boring-ass yuppie cafe. Wake up, dumbass!