'Peds'

"Peds" means pedestrians, and I hate them. At least twice a week a full-grown human being walks in front of my car without looking. Note that the car is the largest passenger sedan available in the United States of America. Also note that it's canary yellow in color. And please note that it never drives above the speed limit in residential areas or busy commercial areas.

How do these people survive to adulthood? I've had people in their 20s, 80s, and everywhere in between just stroll on out into traffic. What gives? I have a stock line I use with my customers for these occasions: "I don't care if the guy wants to commit suicide, I just wish he'd do it on somebody else's taxi."