UNCONSCIOUS MEANNESS

A couple of days ago, I was driving to a Day Spa. While the street was a main thoroughfare, traffic was more like that on a side street: easy, careful, not-that-busy (except for rush hour and this wasn’t rush hour). I was at a red light and noticed a woman starting to cross from the opposite side while traffic was stopped. Not within a crosswalk, crossing about fifty feet from the intersection. Not straight across, at an angle. Read More