People Who Should Die - That Guy Who Tried To Share A Moment

Yeah, we saw you.  Standing across the street in your snazzy yellow polo and freshly-pressed khakis.  And yes, we know you saw that lady blow through the red light just as we were about to cross.  And maybe on some level we appreciate you recognizing that our subsequent arm raise was meant to convey a "what the fudge" sentiment and not some burgeoning mental illness.  But no, we are not going to make eye contact with you.  And no, we're not interested in exchanging "can you believe she ran through a red light while someone was trying to cross the street just like we've done a thousand times expect because we're the one walking so it's totally inappropriate this time" glances.  And we're certainly not going to have some inane conversation with you involving phrases like "wow, that was close", "you almost hit" and "yeah."

We'll just stick to reliving the experience in our own head and trying to figure out if we'd be quick enough to get out of the way, flip over the hood or even make like a superhero, jump on the hood and walk over the car and then stroll nonchalantly back to work leaving everyone in awe.  And we'd like to just enjoy our lunch (or I was like to say during our time "in the yard") enjoying a venti iced green tea lemonade (no matter how many times we order, it never ceases to be stressful attempting to speak Bucks-ease). 

So stop looking at us.  We do not want to share a moment with you.  So please get yourself a different color shirt (yellow doesn't go with your pasty complexion) and also, die.