Look, it’s not like I don’t appreciate your letting me cross while you still have a green light. But you were the last car in line. I had my course timed to pass right behind you as you drove by at normal speed. Instead, your slowdown is a cue for me to scurry across ahead of schedule. My slight wave in your direction is a forced show of gratitude: Thanks for ruining my groove.
Urban Kvetch: Boston Drivers