Here's something that happens all too often. So far this year, three times, I believe.
I'll be shuffling along at my usual old man's pace and I'll see a car stopped at a stop sign on a side street a block or two blocks away.
I keep shuffling.
The car doesn't move.
I can guarantee one thing, however. As soon as I get just about in front of the car, it will move forward. Until then, the driver is completely unaware of me, or of anything else as far as I know.
Because of my experience in these matters, I've avoided being hurt, mainly because I turn and go around the car. Or I would if it just stayed put. It never does, though. It invariably takes off when I get there.
So the question is, what's the driver doing until I arrive? If I were paranoid, I'd think he was waiting for me, but I'm not paranoid. What does that leave? Texting? Talking on the phone? Daydreaming? Napping?
I don't know, but today there happened to be a car coming in my direction down the street I was on. I thought sure there was going to be a collision, but the driver on the cross street woke up or quit texting in time to stop the car. I went on around and on my shuffling way.