Crossing the Road

One of the things that I really miss about Austria is how civilized the drivers were at crosswalks.  They’d slow down, wait for you to cross, and then go on their way.  In Italy, it’s basically a game of "chicken":

I have fantasies about taking a crack at one of the ones that refuses to stop with a baseball bat.

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