Crossing the Street

I've noticed that when crossing the street at a non intersection, everyone walks like a crazy person. Constantly starting and stopping, zig zagging between cars, it's as if we've never walked a day in our lives and must now manuever these strange extremities attached to our hips.

We constantly look from left to right and back again, never looking ahead for when the curb approaches which will inevitably send us careening onto the median in front of nearly 100 people. It's embarassing, crossing the street. Everything about the act is horrifying and shameful. No one but suicidal lunatics can cross the street with grace, confidence or assurance. It's the lunatics that walk across without looking, not caring if every car has to swerve and slam on their brakes to avoid hitting the loon.