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Changing car at a time

I have written before about my annoyance of the driving habits of those in the UK.

To refresh, they don't stop for pedestrians EVER. THE END.

(This excludes a 'zebra (say debra) crossing' where pedestrians get their revenge and can step out in front of a speeding car, which will screech to a halt because the pedestrian does rule there)

There aren't '4 way stops' here but if you imagine the '4 way stop' then without any signs except for the lines on the road which I'm not quite clear about rights of way but stay with me..

So imagining these intersections, if a pedestrian in Canada was standing at the corner, the car would stop to let them by. If you attempt to make eye contact with a driver and step in front of their car, lasers will come out of their eye with anger at the audacity YOU have to try and cross the street.

What makes it all that more frustrating is that IT PISSES RAIN HERE ALL THE TIME. And so you have pedestrians, cowing to cars like citizens in some dictatorship country, giving half smiles in an attempt to simply try and get where they're going as quickly as possibly so they can be only slightly drenched as opposed to soaked right through.

(The weather changes so frequently that I have had to relearn the lesson too many times to always carry my umbrella, even if it is tropical when I leave my house for work, as was displayed again last night)

This is such a frustrating situation for someone who is from a place where pedestrians rule. Even when I was a driver, I knew pedestrians had the RIGHT OF WAY.

And my brain really just wants to try and change those drivers.

But I have come to the conclusion that the reason pedestrians are second class citizens is because more people drive standard cars over here. They don't like stopping.

And they have roundabouts. They're used to fluid motion.

These two explanations are better than thinking they're a**holes.


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