Yesterday I was crossing Market Street near City Hall when something disturbing happened: two cars (barely) got into a near-collision. The drivers stopped their cars in the middle of the intersection so they could yell and give each other rude hand gestures.
The most disturbing part? Not the yelling. Not the redic display of unwarranted anger. But the woman in the front passenger seat who automatically ducked as if she expected to get shot.
It's awesome to live in a place where one's first instinct is to dodge a bullet.
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