I curse at jaywalkers.
Apparently it's not until you live or commute downtown that you truly experience the teeth-grinding ire of a jaywalker crossing your path.
I admit, I've done my share of jaywalking over the years. Not long after I moved to Denver I even asked a couple of colleagues walking back from lunch why we were stopping at the DO NOT WALK sign. I mean, c'mon, we have the right of way, don't we?
No, Pedestrian, you do not have the right of way unless the sign says WALK.
My car weighs a couple of tons. I keep the brakes, tires and assorted fluids in good shape but that's no guarantee I can turn the corner and stop when you pop in front of me. Oh, and your look of annoyance when I have to stop short makes you not only act like a dumbass, but look like one too. Freak. Dumbass freak.