Angry pedestrian

April 28, 2015

Returning from landfill I stopped at red light. A 40-year-old-looking couple crossed from my L. I stared, of course. I wondered if they were both bald. No. He was fat, mostly bald except for a horseshoe of hair. Perhaps like Larry of The Three Stooges. Black T-shirt. She — he, it turns out— was also fat but had thick black hair. Neither smiled. It was hot and sunny. Larry looked at my truck, scowled, said [inaudible]. Almost across, Larry looked back and pointed at me with outstretched arm. Green signal, I pulled ahead as black haired man stepped off his corner. He blew a police whistle and held his raised arm toward the traffic.