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Kicking or hitting a car that’s almost run you over is a hard instinct to stop. Like, I don’t bang on them or anything in anger, but just the instinct to fling out an arm or a leg to shove it back is intense if you’ve never been caught unaware by it. Escalating to shooting over that is nuts, also kind of nuts that he was in an actual car and not an emotional support truck, which is the kind of vehicle I usually expect the terminally carbrained to drive.
Whatever happened to a good ol' "I'm walking here!" Said with a strong Brooklyn accent.
He did bang on the car as well, though.
Why can I hear this in my head, is it a movie reference 😂 I can hear it so clearly lol
It is said by Dustin Hoffman's character, Rico, in the 1969 movie "Midnight Cowboy."
Definitely. There are at least 5 or 6 cars in my city that have a pretty good scratch from my ring. I know it's just a matter of time before that goes wrong and I get a finger torn off in the most painful way possible, but goddamn if it isn't satisfying.
if this happened to you 5 or 6 times in your lifetime, you either live in some pretty absurd place, or you need to rethink your habit of jumping in front of the incoming cars.
Or they just use the crosswalk in an average US city somewhat regularly
there's a crosswalk near me that has a 50% historical chance of the approaching driver ignoring the no right on red. of that 50%, roughly 25% are close enough to me that I would say I am in danger and I can reach the vehicle.
I could absolutely have avoided some of those if I just waited for the car to blow the stop line, but I don't, because I don't want to live my life in fear, it's their fucking obligation to stop and not maim me, and then if I hesitate to walk out that just means it'll confuse other drivers who stopped for me but then see me not going and take the opportunity to blow the stop anyways as soon as I start walking. I'm fucked either way.
you don't want to live your life in fear, so you will rather subject yourself to danger of being maimed? that is interesting strategy. who cares whose obligation it is when it is you who is going to be injured or worse?
Me, motherfucker. I FUCKING CARE.
it was rhetorical question, dumbass. when you are dead, it doesn't matter whose fault it was or if they should have stopped, you are still dead. ANd ThAT CAPslocK dIDN"T REalLy HelP!
learn to read jfc it's not a matter of whose fault is it, it's that there is no safe way to cross anyway because drivers are fucking stupid