"Push the button!"

Was out with a friend for a late-night walk just now (in a nearly unheard-of coincidence, one of my dearest friends is dating a fellow who lives on my street -- it's grand) when my peaceful late-nightness was ruined by some yobs in a car.

As we stood at a crosswalk (not wanting to assume that people will just stop, as that causes irritating things like death and pain), a car slowed to stop.

We proceeded across the street and had barely reached the other side when the driver (in a car full of guys, obviously jacked up on some kind of super-testosterone) started screaming, "Push the button! Push the button!"

For those who have a different mode of pedestrian friendly crossing stops (aside from lights, obviously), the typical Ontario crosswalk is brightly lit, orange, and marked with all sorts of signs. You push the button to cross (which causes extra lights on top of the other lights to blink) and are suggested to point across the street, thus signalling your attempt.

No one ever does this... especially on a less-than-busy street at 11 pm. Because legally, drivers are still expected to stop. You hit a pedestrian crossing at a crosswalk, and you're in all kinds of big ca-ca.

The stupid dick kept shouting until I hollered back, "You're legally expected to stop anyway, assface!" He drove about a block up the street, quickly pulled a u-turn as my friend muttered, "He probably has a fucking gun," and roared past (as fast as his piece of shit car could go) and screamed, "PUSH THE BUTTON!!!!"

I had only time for flipping him off and shouting, "Up yours!"

But it really kinda mucked up a nice and serene end to my evening.
I hate dinks. And Toronto ones are some of the worst.

I'm sure the prat is already firing up some misogynist rant on Craigslist as I type this.