Street Corner of Death

I was almost hit by a car as I was crossing the street on Clark and Halsted. There were quite a few of us crossing, and the bitch on her cell phone decides to be a Hollywood stunt driver for five seconds by trying to pass between groups of people so she can turn the corner. What the fuck? When she almost hit me, I stopped. Then she stopped. Then she went and did that "oopsie" face. So I picked up a tiny rock and I threw it at her car as she drove away.

I don't think I reacted badly. I did the standard Chicago flip-off/'slow down, ya fuckin whore' pedestrian combo. The two queens behind me were like "Don't you think that the rock was a bit much?" No, bitch. It wasn't.

What in God's name is so important that people can't wait five seconds for the pedestrians WHO HAVE THE RIGHT OF WAY to cross a bloody street?