When someone walks across the street against the traffic signal or where there is no crosswalk that is commonly referred to as "jaywalking".
Many times as I drive around I will see someone jaywalk. Most of the time when someone starts to jaywalk and he see a car he will yield the right-of-way to the car.
There have been two instances in the last week where a blonde female jaywalked and glared at me, as the driver.
The first instance was in Moscow (where I was spending my money buying thing I couldn't buy in Pullman). Two Barbie Doll-like blondes started to walk across the road, in a crosswalk, but started into the intersection when the crosswalk signal said "Don't Walk". They did anyway. But when the light turned green they were in the middle of the intersection. Oops! Most people would make an effort to quickly clear the roadway.
Nope, not these two little sorority girls. They didn't even pick up the pace. They kept strolling across the street like the world needed to stop for them. They actually glared at me as my big full-size Dodge Ram V8 Hemi gas guzzling pickup truck started to move towards them.
Then today on Greek row on campus three sorority blondes were walking back from class. When you're Greek the world DOES stop for you, especially when you're daddy's little girl.
One of the blondes strolled out onto the roadway, jaywalking in front of my truck. This time I was in the Bumblebee, a 1980 Toyota 4x4 with a small engine, but it still manages to only get 14 miles to a gallon. Nonetheless, she walks out in front of me. Not that she was already crossing the street in the middle of a block, she walked out in front of me. Her two friends, who obviously were gifted with some extra brain cells decided walking in front of a car was not a good idea. They obviously realize that being a blonde daddy's girl doesn't stop the laws of natural, even if you think it should.
The one girl who crossed in front of me then turns and gives me a look like I am doing something wrong. Obviously my existence in the same world as her is an inconvenience for her as I was holding up her friends from crossing.
I stopped so I did not run over the brain dead blonde. I made eye contact with the other two blondes who have brain cells, letting them know they could also cross. They waved and moved on. The other blonde, just sneered and finished crossing the road.
Yesterday someone was hit by a car by ValHalla. There has been letters to the editor about cars and pedestrians and possible accidents. With the attitude that the world revolves around these people, accidents will happen. Someone will get hurt. It would be sad in most cases, but I can think of a couple blondes who getting tapped by a car might make them realize that the object with the most mass will win in a collision.