Is that they never cross the street without the light. Never. Not even a little bit. They patiently wait for the white man to appear. They wait from the curb; standing in the gutter is frowned upon. Even if you are on a one way street and you can see for ten miles that no one is coming, everyone waits for light. My New York instinct is to plow through them with my shoulders, but I have heard that gets better with time.
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