Crosswalk

I was a pedestrian. A street had to be crossed. I followed protocol, pushed the button. Lights flashed, “Look out world! He’s coming across!” All was well until the midpoint of my crossing. Piloting a big automobile, a man about my age stared straight ahead and utterly failed to cede my right-of-way. I stopped, he swerved, calamity was averted. He double-parked and exited his car. I made the sidewalk in one piece, wondering what that old man wanted. He stood by his car, cupped his hands and shouted, “I’m sorry!” I shouted in reply, “Go in peace.”