The one thing that bothers me the most about Seattle is its drivers. They either don’t know how to operate a vehicle in the rain, and most of the time in dry weather too, or they drive slow in the left lane, or they are insane and drive like maniacs not using turn signals while they bob and weave through the traffic. I came in contact with every single one of these types of drivers today.
Thursdays tend to have the worst traffic, although I’m not exactly sure why, so I left work a little early hoping to avoid some of the ridiculousness. Getting home wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be, but walking from where I parked to my apartment was another story.
Back story: Coming from the East Coast I tend to use crosswalks as a guideline rather than the law; if I’m not going to get run over then I’ll cross the street. My first week in Seattle, back in January, I decided to go to the Seattle Art Museum and spend the day downtown since I didn’t have a job to go to or anywhere to be in particular. In the middle of the day it’s pretty easy to cross the street without getting hit by a car, so I would jaywalk because, let’s be honest, who likes waiting at a crosswalk when you don’t have to; it’s such a waste of time. Well, that day I got heckled for crossing the street when the little crosswalk light was a big ‘ol red don’t-cross-the-street hand. Since then I’ve tried to be more…respectful of social norms when I’m with other people, and especially when it comes to crossing the street. If I’m by myself it’s usually a completely different story.
So anyway, I ended up parking maybe a block or two from my apartment. It was dark out and I wasn’t wearing anything reflective or neon so I decided to obey the crosswalk lights and such. Unfortunately, some of the not main streets don’t actually have crosswalks and lights which means it’s a little bit trickier. Most of those streets do have stop signs in all directions though, and as a general rule, pedestrians have the right of way in the instances where crosswalks don’t exist. So I’m walking across a street, and actually paying attention, when this car runs its stop sign and comes within inches, like less than 5, of hitting me. I didn’t even know how to react except swear like a sailor and rip this fratty douche bag a new one before he didn’t get out of his car, and drove off without even asking if I was ok. I was pretty shaken up almost losing my knee caps so I just walked home as fast as possible, poured myself a big ass glass of wine, and then just tried to calm down.
I hope this guy’s car breaks down on the 520 bridge.