7. Intersections

 

:a good ol' american intersection:

:a good ol' american intersection:

 

 

Yesterday I was jaywalking. For my international readers, this is a totally legitimate tradition of the American working class. The light’s not green – so what? Make it green. Pull yourself up by your bootstraps and walk across that street – whether the light is with you or not. That’s the American Way. 

So I was carrying on this incredibly honorable American tradition, walking against the light across a street in quiet old Connecticut, when someone driving a fancy fancy Mini cuts me off and gives me the finger. 

 

:the car is even a little bit square:

:the car is even a little bit square:

“Cool your jets, fella,” I said, as I jogged across the street. I looked up. There was a big, big truck waving me across the road. The driver clearly sympathized with my needs. We made eye contact and I saw in that brief, electric moment that he understood. He had jaywalked before, maybe yesterday. Maybe just this morning. And he valued the independence of the statement I was making – I am a rebel, who cannot be held back by streetlights and bougie cars and asshole drivers hogging the roads. No! I am an American, I live the life of the free, in the home of the brave, and we jaywalk. Especially when those we jaywalk against are driving fancy foreign cars.

May 15, 2009. Rectangles.

One Comment

  1. Daniel replied:

    You.
    Are.
    So.
    Brave.

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