So there you are driving in traffic when out of the blue - a fat burly guy with a moustache walks in front of your car, looks you in the eye and puts up his finger (almost pre-wag) and leaves it in the air as if to say, "stop your car now!"
Or maybe in a different context he'd be saying, "waiter! waiter!"
I guess I should have said, "So there I was." But I suspect that you have been in a similar situation, especially if you live in a city. I wonder what Mr. Burl was thinking while staring down a normal sized motor vehicle...
"I'll crush this car and make a big V in the front end if it hits me"
"With the power of my stare and finger alone, I will stop this car even if the driver is distracted and doesn't see me walking haphazardly across the road."
"There is nothing that a full sized vehicle can do to me, I'm just that tough."
"I'm not worried about my knees shattering into a thousand pieces and never being able to walk again. Even if that driver is vindictive and chooses to hit me I'll be just fine. Anyways, the power of my chubby raised finger should do the trick."
It must be the case that the burl-masters of the traffic world just don't get hit by normal civilized people's cars, and therefore have no worries regarding hobbling around with prosthetic shins the rest of their unshaven lives.
Why is it that those specific types of people throw their intimidation tactics around so freely? Don't they know that they really don't truly know who is behind the wheel?
