Who taught you how to drive?

So apparently, yellow lights don't mean "Slow down" anymore. Yellow lights mean, "Floor it at the last possible second, making sure to almost hit the little Chinese* girl."

Last possible second meaning, in this case, almost half a foot away from the crosswalk, WTF WTF WTF.

I hate the city sometimes.

And maybe it was partially my fault, but really-- half a fucking foot from the crosswalk? I feel I have a right to bitch a little.

*Not that I am, but I don't think the driver particularly cared in that moment.