If you are heeding the signs of the downfall of civilization, then do take special note of the areas commonly known as street corners.
In residential neighborhoods, normally, there is grass growing here. I see more and more corners have large rocks, even boulders where allowed-watch
for this to change shortly-placed right near the corner curb. Upon closer inspection, I note deep tire tracks, where grass used to grow, underneath
the boulders, as evidence that drivers are simply losing their minds, destroyed no doubt by their collar weapons constantly pressed against their
brains, whenever time permits.
One day, I was crossing a busy 4 lane street. The cars in two lanes were idle, almost bumper to bumper, in line for a red light a block away. I made
eye contact with the operators of the stationary vehicles, and my dog and I crossed two lanes. The remaing two lanes were empty of vehicles, as a
glance toward the red traffic light would confrm. On a hunch, for no particular reason, I bent down to pick up and hold my dog before crossing the
empty lanes. Typically I let her run free at this juncture.
As soon as I stepped across the divider line, a Toyota screeched to a swerving halt from a silent 60 or so mph sprint toward the traffic light left
turn lane 1 block away, and stopped with the passenger door against my kneecaps. The speed limit is 35 mph, in case you were wondering, but it is
apparently twice that when you are driving the wrong way. I won't print what happened in the few instict driven seconds that ensued, but it ended too
soon, and the motorist made it through the yellow arrow despite this...and I got the plate.
The proprietor of the store I was traveling to said this happened last week too, and the driver was caught by police. He saw the whole thing, and it
is happening everywhere, wherever there are phones in moving vehicles, essentially.
The medians are becoming longer, less distinct by design, and used by
modern cellular brain damage victims as personal drag strips. Quite likely, these zones will be allowed access for self driving cars during high
volume traffic; it is hard to say what plans are in store. But gone are the raised curb median dividers as one approaches the intersection.
I have been crossing streets since I could walk, and this phenomenon struck me as being a new thing, so watch it, citizens of babylon. Teach your
children how to be aware of this chancre of technology and progress. I guarantee that in the near future, it will always be the jaywalker's fault, no
matter which way you are driving, or how fast, when you hit 'em. Because cell phones must not fail! Because progress must not be curtailed.
Oh $hit, Frank, can I call you back? A pedestrian just spilled my no foam triple latte.
My crotch is scalded, and I think he cracked the front spoiler, so this guy better have had insurance.
Bradbury was a genius.
edit on 26-2-2017 by TheWhiteKnight because: Inside the club it was as black as a deep grave, dank and damp and smelly, and I regretted my
decision to come. There were sometimes 200 youngeople thre, jiving, chatting, or eating a Cavern Lunch-soup, roll, Cokes and things.
edit on 26-2-2017 by TheWhiteKnight because: Over all the speakers were loudly amplified current hit discs, then mainly American, and
I remember considering the possibility of some "tie" between Nems and the Cavern in connection with the top 20. I started to talk to one of the girls.
"Hush," she hissed. "The Beatles're going on now."