It's never boring on Boston streets.
I slow to a stop, as two people are halfway across the street. At an intersection where I have a green light.
One guy is using a cane, and walking ready slowly. So I felt good about not blowing past them.
But the other person, who approves healthy, insists that I go by before they continue across the street. He just stands there in the middle of the street waving me through until I drive by. π€








