Two weeks ago, I got off the bus in the early evening and walked over to the traffic lights at the intersection near my house. I had just gotten back from uni and I was starving for sustenance. I crossed one street with a number of other former bus patrons and then stepped up to the next light and pressed the button to cross the other. But then I realised something that I had never realised before. As you all know, there would normally be a small 'red light' above the button to indicate that someone has pressed it. As I drooped my head to take a closer look, the second light did not have the indicator function at all. So in a moment of doubt, I thought: 'oh, that's weird. I better press it a few more times just in case.' Like your typical fidgety teenager, I pushed the button three times in quick succession. Just, well, you know, to make sure. No biggie at all. Nothing to get too excited or worried about. Not like I was breaking the fucking thing.
Suddenly.
A gruff, rusty voice with a tinge of belligerence:
"You only need to press it once."
I whipped around and because I had not heard properly, I asked, with a saccharine smile on my face, "Pardon?"
The old white man, with the hunchback, white hair, receding hairline, oxford glasses and shriveled face of irritation, lunges close like a bear and practically spat:
"You only need to press it once."
As he stomped off in the other direction, the lights turned green and a huge line of cars were waiting at the stop. I had no choice but to cross. And my erstwhile smile quickly turned into the gritting of teeth. I was thinking - what the fuck?!??!?!?! That was so rude. Wow. Jezuz.
So in a split second decision, halfway at the crossing, I angrily whipped my head back around and yelled:
"YOU RACIST!"
And then I ran for my bloody lyf.
#YOLOSWAG
Also I'm kidding. I did not say that. I just took it like an international student and walked off fuming.
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