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.
The driver in the Civic became so impatient with the long red light, he began crosswalk creeping to trigger the green light and ended up bumping Jason who was crossing the street to go to lunch.
Happens when a car needs to hang a right but has to wait for bonehead to get through the crosswalk. When bonehead realizes he is holding the car up, he breaks into a slight jog letting the car know that he sees them and he is going to hurry for them but this slow jog is no quicker than walking.
Hermes: ''Hurry up man, I need to get my girl some tampons.''
Friend: ''There he goes dude, breakin' in to the crosswalk shuffle.''
A woman who is usually wound super tight. High strung. Short tempered and thinks most people are beneath her. Always thinks she is right and is racist. Tends to be a republican and is probably related to someone named Becky who calls the police on black people.