Push the button

Another quick rant about the day to day idiocies on the streets of London. This time I set my focus onto pedestrians who fall into two categories, whose remedy is a simple one: push the bloody traffic light button!

Suicidal impatients:
These are the people who can't wait those few extra seconds standing on the pavement to cross the road safely. Ok, there's crossing when the cars are a far way away and the light is red still (everyone does that), but then there are the tards who run out straight into the traffic as if it's life or death if they get their KFC a second late. They're prime candidates for the Darwin Awards and get no sympathy if they get hit and explode like the packets of ketchup they so desperately want to squeeze onto their mechanically seperated meat.

Lazy/imbecillic hopefuls:
These always make me smile. Standing at the traffic lights, patiently waiting for them to turn green and allow them safe passage across the road. Sometimes a muttering of complaint accompanies this display as they cannot fathom why the traffic gods have foresaken them. Do they not see the button or expect some divine intervention to take place that does it for them? All of this passes when someone with an iota of sense arrives and realises they haven't pressed the damn button on the traffic lights >.<

Sadly both of these cases are terminal and you can't rescue those afflicted, even though it's with a simple press of a button. Just make sure you don't become one, and to help just remember this song :)