I'm walking across the street when a car screeches to a stop, nearly running me over.
"Hey moron," says the driver out the window. "You need some kind of magical way to tell cars when you're crossing or you're going to get flattened!"
I stop in the middle of the road.
"You mean, like a stop sign?" I ask.
I put my hand on my forehead and close my eyes. Concentration! Then, I quickly shoot my other arm in the direction of the corner, where there is a stop sign.
"Better?" I ask.
The driver is not amused.
"Hey moron," says the driver out the window. "You need some kind of magical way to tell cars when you're crossing or you're going to get flattened!"
I stop in the middle of the road.
"You mean, like a stop sign?" I ask.
I put my hand on my forehead and close my eyes. Concentration! Then, I quickly shoot my other arm in the direction of the corner, where there is a stop sign.
"Better?" I ask.
The driver is not amused.