All of us, everyone else, work in unison for the sole purpose of opposing your every move. We're all in on it. When we come surging through a light that has just turned green and keep you from crossing the street for 5 minutes, that concert of coordinated movement was the focus of the entire day of each and every one of us involved, and indeed it most likely took hundreds of us all that day and probably much of the previous one to plan and prepare for. And if you eventually do make it across, it only means we didn't keep our act together. If any of us are ever nice to you, that only means that one particular entity among our collective didn't identify you for who you are, and as soon as you leave a room, we all take off our masks to reveal our true, hideous, insectoid faces and sing our song "working together, to keep <B>insert your name hereB>.... from cros-sing the streeeeeeeet"