I walk through the city every day, and cross Elizabeth Sstreet, which no matter where you cross it is the longest and most frustrating intersection ever. You can SEE your bus just on the other side! Wait wait wait. Green man!
Anyway, I've noticed an interesting phenomenon. When you cross the street amid a croup of people against another group of people coming the other way, it looks like everyone will bump into each other, but we all magically weave through. When I'm crossing alone, though, and I realise there is someone coming the other way and one of us needs to change path, it's awkward and personal and extremely risky.
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