yesterday. I got yelled at for riding my tricycle across a pedestrian crossing.
The little green man was in my favour and I was not breaking the law. I am allowed to ride my tricycle across a pedestrian crossing. There is a good reason for me to do this. I couldn't walk my tricycle over in the time given. I would hold the traffic up.
The police know this. I have, at various times, had the cops move their mobile radar devices out of the way for me, let me through the traffic, stop traffic for me and more.
There were no police around yesterday. There was just an irate motorist. I had dared to use the pedestrian crossing. It meant he had to stop and wait for me. He was furious.
Heads turned. The bus driver waiting at the nearby layover stop looked out and jumped down and came towards me.
"You okay mate?" he asked in heavily accented English.
A parcel delivery man looked up from the back of his van and looked at me.
"What was that about?"
I was feeling a little shaken. The language of the irate driver had been rather "strong" to put it mildly. We agreed though that I was "okay" and I pedalled on - on the footpath.
There are two more sets of lights in the next few hundred metres. I used the next set of lights along with a couple of pedestrians and came to the second set of lights.
There was the car. There was the driver who had yelled at me. There was a police car. There was a policeman.
I don't know what the driver had done this time. I don't want to know. I pedalled on as quickly as I dared. He was probably blaming me.