Rant

Hey. Hey you. Yeah, you, the white guy on the cell phone (illegal, by the way, since you have to be hands-free in Chicago) in the big honking SUV coming north on Indiana around 6pm. See, a stop sign means stop. That means bringing your very large, gas-guzzling vehicle to a complete stop. And when you encounter someone (in this case a woman, but that should make no difference) in the middle of a pedestrian crosswalk -- with a stroller and a dog, no less -- in 20 degree weather with a foot of snow on the ground and more coming down -- and the whole clan is halfway through the crosswalk when you approach the aforementioned stop sign, you STOP, you big jerk. You don't roll through and assume that the woman with the stroller and the dog in the snow will stand in the middle of the intersection and wait for you to make your way.