Dear Oakland,
I want to start out this letter by telling you that I love you. You are charming, exciting, no-nonsense & very humble. Having said this, please don’t take this the wrong way…
Am I invisible? Is my car like Wonder Woman’s invisible jet? I ask because your citizens constantly walk in front of me. Don’t get me wrong – I understand that people need to get places, but have they ever heard of a cross walk? How about a stop light? Stop sign? No?
Why do the good folks of this metropolis have such lack of regard for their personal safety? A bigger question still is why do the lovely moms think that their babies’ carriages make them impenetrable to the unforgiving steel that is my vehicle? Is it that the larger target they create provides more opportunity for me to see them & subsequently slow down?
I daren’t honk my horn at them, Oakland. The only return on this investment would be a blank stare, screaming rant, 1 finger salute or an uncomfortable item popped into my derriere.
In closing, I beg of you, Oakland – PLEASE make your citizens quit walking in front of my car.
Yours truly,
Charlene
