My first Aussie middle finger

Waterview Walk
Docklands, VIC, Australia
43° F (9° C)

I was walking along Spencer street when I saw the green stick figure luring me to cross the street. I quickened my pace toward Collins street. Just as I reached the intersection, the green figure turned into a flashing red monster... taunting me to cross if I dared. I thought, 'if I half jog for a few steps, I can more than make up for that one second'. I broke into a short dash then back into a haste stroll. As I neared the end of the crosswalk, a car inched closer to my knee as if it were threatening me with permanent knee injury if I did not clear out of its way. I was puzzled as to if I had ever agreed to such an unfair game of chicken between metal and flesh. I looked toward the driver seat with my best quizzical look. 'Wow... my first Australian middle finger.' The elderly woman in the passenger seat quickly pulled down the man's arm.

I felt uneasy... regurgitating the undeserving hostile finger. U.S. and Australia... these are the only two countries where I had the pleasure of middle finger salute...

This definitely does not lure me into making Australia my permanent residence.