Talk to the Hand

Walking back to school from grabbing a few fish tacos at Baja Fresh the other night, I came to an intersection where people regularly cross the street against the cross walk.


I was 3/4 of the way through the intersection when a woman drove by behind me and yelled "That's a red hand sir!"

It didn't even register that she was talking to me. I was rockin out to something or another on my iPod, and didn't flinch when she yelled. Once I realized she had intended her parenting for me, I wished I'd given her the bird or yelled something back.

Then I realized that my seemingly oblivious reaction was probably even more frustrating to her.