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Originally Posted by callipygian
We also used to pick a destination and walk straight there, regardless of what was in the way.
Back in my undergrad days, I had a very eccentric P. Chem prof. His particular brand of eccentricity was that he neurotically felt compelled to obey laws and follow rules. He also wore the same suit everyday, though presumably changed his white shirt daily because he sweat so much that he'd pull a handkerchief from his suit pocket to wipe his face about every ten minutes during a lecture. His breath was bad enough to rid a neighborhood of feral cats.
One day my roommate came back to our dorm sort of shaking his head and laughing and said, "You won't believe what Dr. Hall just did. I was stopped at a light but didn't realize I was blocking a crosswalk. The pedistrian light turned green and Dr. Hall crossed one lane but I'm blocking the other one. Rather than go around the back of my car, that crazy ****er opened the back door, slid across the seat and exited the other side. He didn't even say 'sorry' or 'thanks.'"