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They've migrated to Oregon City.
I've got the green light and attempting a left turn. There are walkers with ski poles in the crossing, finishing their crossing while their light has turned to wait. I allow them to get completely across, while the other joggers and walkers are waiting at the curb for their next walk light. I creep thru the intersection while a herd of soccer moms dashes off the curb in front of me, pointing at the wait light and yelling, can't you read?
I hoped they could read my lips. And if they couldn't, I'm sure they heard me. But I was the crazy old man in the pickup. What's his problem?
WAYNO.
I've got the green light and attempting a left turn. There are walkers with ski poles in the crossing, finishing their crossing while their light has turned to wait. I allow them to get completely across, while the other joggers and walkers are waiting at the curb for their next walk light. I creep thru the intersection while a herd of soccer moms dashes off the curb in front of me, pointing at the wait light and yelling, can't you read?
I hoped they could read my lips. And if they couldn't, I'm sure they heard me. But I was the crazy old man in the pickup. What's his problem?
WAYNO.