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Thursday, August 4, 2016
Stop means stop
To the crazy woman who couldn't wait for me to cross the road yesterday in Highfield Park: I hope you caught me flipping you off as you honked your horn and squealed past me all the while screaming for me to get off the road (BTW your passenger looked pretty embarrassed as he hid his face). It was a crosswalk, and you had a stop sign. As I said last night, stop means stop. —Just Walkin' Here!
