How does it make you feel when I force you to stop for me?

When I get to a cross walk no one stops but they’re supposed to. So I carefully step out in to the road giving the chosen victim plenty of time to see me, plenty of time to stop. Staring them down each step I take further into the street so that if need be I can run or jump out of the way before they hit me. Some step on the gas and speed past me in the center of the road, others stop but are growling at me, but my favorites’ stop and smile and wave back at me like it was their Idea to stop for me.