I live near a major intersection known to the locals as “The Octopus” because there are eight lanes of traffic either entering or leaving it, arranged somewhat in a circle like the arms of an actual octopus.

The traffic lights go through a four stage cycle, North to South, South to North, West to East, and ending with East to West, and if you are not lucky enough to get to a green light when you reach the intersection, you have to wait three changes until you get your turn to go. Two of the streets are one way, the rest divided by medium strips or a simple double line, all having lights controlling each direction.

It does not take long for a pedestrian to observe the pattern and to see when they can sashay across any given street at their own leisure or dash quickly if the cycle is approaching the street they want to cross without having to press any cross walk light button.

That is why it is more than annoying when pedestrians approach the Octopus and just press a button without observing the traffic flow, as pressing the pedestrian light disrupts the flow of the traffic pattern, and this often unnecessarily.

I give a pass to the senior citizens and the army of downtown citizens who populate the sidewalks with mobility scooters during the daylight hours as they are not capable of picking up their pace if they take too long and find themselves in the middle of the street when the next traffic flow stage is reached.

It is the unthinking and able-bodied who annoy me.

I have often just missed that step in the cycle that would have been in my favor, which has given me the opportunity to observe people when they approach the Octopus as I sit three cycles at a red light.

There are those who, when approaching the intersection, simply do not look, but act blindly and push the walk button without seeing that the cycle is at that point where they could have simply crossed the street with no influence on the traffic flow.  They stand waiting until the cycle has been gone through and traffic then comes to a standstill in all directions as they stroll Sildenafil citrate has structure similar to cGMP and it treats a strong binding cheapest cialis uk agent of PDE 5 enzymes in the penile routes causing for the failure of a male to maintain erection constantly and repeatedly. Moreover the arteries and http://robertrobb.com/2016/04/ cialis online australia veins in the male organ are stressed making penis impossible to erect. If you that the kind of impotent cialis india person, you need not worry about. Besides all these, if you have any problem with compatibility and understating, you are likely to have poor sexual health that raises higher chances of sexual problems like erectile dysfunction, premature ejaculation and loss of libido due to unhealthy eating habit. order viagra online across the street they could have already crossed.

Worse than these are those who push the button reflexively and then seeing the traffic pattern is in their favor, walk across the street to the opposite side and keep on walking oblivious that they have halted traffic that sits for no reason waiting for no one to cross the street.

Along with these two are the ones who, after pressing the button, decide for some reason not to cross the street, turn around, and walk back from whence they came. They sometimes do this at the curb and at other times after having gone half way across.

Some, with no intention of waiting, and gauging traffic is such that they can simply cross, press the button anyway as they pass it, apparently with the evil intent of just disrupting the traffic flow making the cars in any arm wait in stasis until the cycle begins again.

The real evil pedestrians, for whom there is a special place in hell, are the ones who, after crossing the street with or without having pressed the button, will do so when they get to the opposite curb just to be, well, jerks.

There was a period of time when pan-handlers both the real needy and the scammers would stand at one strategic ingress to the intersection, walking along the line of cars stopped at the light, holding their signs and receiving change. This was eventually rendered impossible by carefully placed cobble stones set at an angle that made the walking difficult when it was discovered there was an organized group of people who stood on each corner, supervised by a man who stood nearby obscured by a small grove of shrubbery to whom they would periodically bring their take for equal distribution and for him to take his cut, their hauls being large because of their pressing the pedestrian button and creating a captive audience.

While this inconvenience was brought under control, the stupidity, or, perhaps, the purposeful misuse of the buttons continues.

Add this peeve to those who let side street traffic into that of the main street with no regard for the drivers in the cars behind, and women who push the children in carriages into tragic to stop it, and you will understand when I tell you that if you see me in my car, my mouth opening wide, it is not because I am singing along with NPR on the radio, but am yelling at someone committing what I consider an unforgivable traffic offense.