Picture it. We're walking through the city on a fine, sunny day and approach a road we need to cross to carry on our way. From the curb's edge we can see that even at the distant horizon there is no vehicular activity to break the profound silence or discord the cadences of singing birds. Yet about us, where this short vertical cuts the unknowably long horizontal, stand automatons. Motionless. As though prevented from advancing by a roaring ghostly grand prix unseen by us. They wait. Waiting. No driving. Waiting.
On average every German spends 417 days each year standing at pedestrian crossings they could safely cross themselves without the brainless direction of green light emitting diodes (or similar). Yet, away from official crossings they are happy to display ocular-led decision making skills as competent as those of any urban adult population. Weird.
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