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Crossing the street in London

Greeting internet humans, I know what you’re thinking, “Crossing the street, come on, AK, anyone can cross the street.  Why do you need a whole blog post about something that you learn to do as a child?”  Because its really difficult, that’s why.

I haven’t been in London for that long and this is definitely the biggest city I have ever been to much less lived in.  Because of this, I have encounter a lot of things that are completely foreign to me such as TONS OF TRAFFIC!!!!  Just insane amounts of traffic.  So much.  If I die it will be because a giant two-story bus took me out in the crosswalk.  I have learned that you have to mash the button on the lamppost and wait for the dinging noise which you can’t always hear because of all of the construction.  There’s also a little green light up man, or gay marriage support thingys (I’m going to do a separate blog post on that)  But, it only takes a very short amount of time that you can actually walk and I have very short legs.  (I’m only 5’2″).  So, I’m jogging across and it still turns red before I make it all the way across.  Now, if you were driving a giant bus and there was someone making their way across as fast as their short little legs can carry them, would you wait two seconds to ensure the safety of everyone?  NOPE.  They drive through, honking their horn and you just have to book it.  Giant buses of death aside, there are also tiny bicycles of death.  Not motorbikes, not mopeds, like little pedal bikes ridden by jerks.  I’ve been yelled at by so many bikers in their little biker t-shirts.  They will just yell for you to move.  You could just as easily move, bikers, that’s all I’m saying.

So, that’s all for this week.  I will blog again next week if I don’t die trying to cross the street to my classes before then.  Until then leave any questions that you have in the comments section below.  I will answer all of them (because there’s only five of you that read this) unless it is super inappropriate.  Stay happy, guys!



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