Cross-walk 

A path through which pedestrians may walk that is seperate from vehicle traffic, often represented with broad white or yellow lines.

"look both ways for cars before you enter the cross-walk."

Cross-walk by Herbert Hoover December 28, 2005

Cross-walk 

When something or someone is directly affiliated with one thing but it is represented as belonging somewhere else by a path using dashed lines.

NMED when organizing its IT division.

Cross-walk by Andrea Delling May 6, 2005

cross walk rabies 

Pronounced (Cer-uoss Walk RA*bees)
Noun
1. infectious, sometimes fatal disease found in either annoying, eurotrashed, drunk, tripped out, touristy, old, oblivious, obviously discrutaled pedestrians that attacks by blocking the Parietal lobe (somatosensory cortex and dorsal stream) to any part of the body, characterized by loss of judgement around heavy, fast moving traffic. Also dizziness, slurred speech, battered zombie-like appearance, and a Russian accent.
Linguistic Origin:
(a) Latin rabi*s, street rage, from jwalkiuos rabere, to rave in the streets. (b) Idiot
Other forms
Cross walk rab-ies, Cross walk rabbiest, THEE Crossa walk rabbies

"We've got thee Crossa-walk r-aa-bies!"
"People here have serious Cross Walk Rabies, wtfzors."

cross walk rabies by Miss S. Bee January 1, 2009

cross walker 

Someone who parties with lines, i.e. coke, crystal, meth, etc.

Man! James has become quite the cross walker, someone should talk to him

cross walker by Joesuuf January 29, 2009

napoleon 48 person cross walking event 

ahhh munks and the guys of the event will go to the cross walk and walk across while tring to avoid the falling rhinos and anchors.,!@#? and firetrucks.

metro colin anus aribasn yooopooo gooot a frind an yoooo napoleon 48 person cross walking event, i watched a turkish guy shit in a toaster and cook it to perfection.

napoleon 48 person cross walking event by aggagagdegigfidhfgkdjvhjhaaaau November 17, 2022

Mexican Crosswalk 

The sloppiest most disorganized gang bang you've ever seen. Nobody’s even sure where this lady came from. Is it even a woman? Did anybody check? There's a steady stream of people coming in and out of the room. Somebody is barbecuing ribs in the corner. A chicken walks through. Who brought a t-shirt gun? Two dogs wrestle over a turkey bone shaped like Lance Armstrong's fat sister and one gives up to take a shit on the carpet. There's a raffle draw for Single A baseball tickets. In the far corner a be-mulleted Peruvian musician with not enough teeth sings a barely passable Spanish version of Come On Eileen to two homely yet (slightly) moist 50-year-old twin sisters from Wisconsin, etc, etc

Named after the pure pandemonic crosswalk experience of Mexico City where simply crossing the road is a messy adventure in every step. Pedestrians are targets. Red lights are merely advisory. A chicken walks through. A toddler holding a partially eaten cob of corn is crying… or possibly choking?? Two seniors stop mid-street to dance to some music that has too many horns in it. Did I just step over an original Atari game console covered in sticky lotion? A guy with a cart full of heavy-duty safes, faucet heads and typewriters goes window to window of stopped cars to try and see if anybody needs to buy a heavy-duty safe, faucet head or typewriter, etc, etc

Guy 1: Hey, when I left the party last night the only people left were the lacrosse team and that old librarian from eastern Russia. How'd the night end?

Guy 2: *sigh* You'd never believe it but it turned into a bit of a Mexican Crosswalk...

Mexican Crosswalk by Dr Thwack February 18, 2019

crosswalk distrust 

The irrational suspicion held by every human that tells us we cannot hit a crosswalk button just once. Our intuition tells us that, if we only hit the button one time, the electronic signal will not be sent sufficiently to the traffic light. Therefore, every pedestrian makes a fist and hits the button -- rapid-fire style -- until lactic acid causes our triceps to cramp up and shut down.

Dan: Hey ‘Weed – you’re not playin’ Galaga. Hit the button a few times and then stand down.

Tim: Sorry, ‘Skinner. I’ve got major crosswalk distrust…and I don’t wanna miss my waxing appointment.

crosswalk distrust by whiteboyDJ November 3, 2010