That might be the case, and that might not be a big deal to most of the world, but as a father of four kids who are, for better or worse, rule following kids, I do not abide by folks break rules carelessly like that. The problem, for me, is that my kids, because they belive so whole-heartedly in rules, believe that other folks are going to obey them as well. And, while this is not a terribly big deal when some ignorant asshole cuts the bathroom line during recess, it's a pretty big fucking deal when my kids are in the cross walks, obeying the rules of the human world.
At the same time, I have often criticized my kids who cross roads, sometimes carelessly, just because the sign says, "Walk." I have often had to repeat my very brief lecture: "The laws of physics," I tell them, "trump the federal judicial system." By which I mean: "Pay attention, because if you get hit by a car, it doesn't matter how damn right you are, you're still getting hit by a car." . . .
In my contemplativeness, I waved at the law breaker and smiled and mentioned he was making a faux pas. When I thought about the possibility that he had intentionally sped the wrong way down the one-way street, I immediately wished I had broken out my meanface, that I had, as I sometimes do, stepped into the street such that he must swerve around me and cinched my brow, so that he knew what the score was (or, at least, what I thought the score should be.
Still, I don't know if that would have made any kind of difference. I don't know how he would have reacted to me. Truth be told, I'd imagine some folks, seeing my meanface would think I was constipated or that maybe I just looked like that all the time.
It's a hell of a dillemma. With this background of being mean and / or tough in order to solve problems and this desire to be a better person and make the world a better place: I'm constantly damned if I do, damned if I don't. Ultimately, I want to just let such issues go, because I can't change that guy driving the wrong way any more than I can go back and tsk-tsk those jerks who cut the bathroom line in fifth grade, though I obviously want to.
For the time being, and, I hope, for all time, I'll simply keep working on it, hoping to someday be in charge of the world from street sign to bathroom lines to Geneva Conventions . . .