Out, this morning, up and at-em for a pack of fags. Walking home, a red light on Baker. It's early, no traffic about, look up the street, look down the street - there's no cars. So I walk across.
Upon the other side the Bylaw officer is emptying meters and has undertaken to take offence at my crossing a clearly uninhabited street against the light. "I hope your driving is better..." he says, then explains that I crossed against the light.
He's my age.
I just look at him.
The perfect Bylaw officer, understands the rules but not why they're in place. Understands the implementation but not the spirit or the intent.
I think to reply, but it's beneath me. These are the people that would come to a red light in the desert, no cars for a 100 miles in any direction, yet would wait out the red light.
I'm not these people and I've been cursed with a modicum of good sense.