When it is the middle of the afternoon on a clear day and I am wearing a BRIGHT YELLOW COAT: driver, you do NOT have any right to be flummoxed or indignant when I scream 'WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU' as you come within inches of my body in the middle of the crosswalk.
I wish there was a way for me to help you, driver, understand that you are in fact primarily responsible for not hitting people because you are driving a multi-ton maiming machine.
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