I HATE you stupid little buttons that do nothing to aid me in crossing the street. You can make that obnoixous beep noise all you want, but I know the truth. Your mearly there to mock me. As a child I loved pressing you, thinking I was making a difference in my street crossing abilities. But oh how I’ve come to LOATH you. I will no longer tolerate you making me look like a pacing fool as car-folk laugh and laugh. WE ARE THROUGH BUTTONS.
This article appears in May 22-28, 2008.
But the buttons are just so happy to be put to use. They make their noise because they’ve been waiting eagerly for someone to come along and push them, so that they can in turn push a button, and start a chain of electronic events to make the lights turn. So stop raining on their parade, they’re just doing the only thing they know how to do.