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I saw a pedestrian cross a busy intersection the other day.
On my way to pick my son up from school, I stopped at a red light at a busy intersection. On the southeast corner, to my right stood a man, no more than about 5 ft 7 in tall, dressed in a muted orange shirt and long black khaki pants, about his mid-fifties, judging from the characteristics of his face.
He held a reusable shopping bag and lottery tickets in his right hand, using his left to push the crosswalk button. (I only noticed this detail because he would have used the opposite hand if he was right-handed.)
After vigorously pressing the button two or three times, he took off his glasses and rubbed his fac