A Long Day's Journal Into Night

I know this is petty, but my latest pet-peeve is the pedestrian at a stoplight who won't press the button. Press the damn button!! It is that round blob on the pole. They operate on a finger mechinism we like to call a "push." Sorry, but they have not yet invented a button that is telepathically operated, so simply waiting at the light and wishing to cross will not make that little white man pop-up. Sheesh! Are people really this daft, or is it Los Angeles, where people drive next door?