Traffic Signal Business

Everyone uses roads, don't they? Unless you're reading this in your limited edition Vertu smartphone, while you're boarding your chopper to Milan from your duplex yacht called Naomi. But I bet you would have seen those grey stretches that's been there connecting people, places and potholes. 

But I am talking about traffic signals and how eventful those few seconds are to the vendors that stick their faces on your window screen expecting you to buy those sun shield things that tear on the second day. I am talking about those people, who can make a pretty decent living by doing something productive than bringing a small crying baby with rags on for extra pity money. And the lottery ticket sellers, if they are so sure that there's assured money for every ticket, why can't they just buy the whole lot and wait for the lucky draw day? And my personal favorite, the little kids who sell balloons, yes, obviously, many people would buy an extra flashy balloon to obstruct their view while driving to get to their destinations as soon as possible. 

I understand that I am not addressing to those people, but fellow observers, don't encourage these vendors. They do not realize the harm they are subjecting themselves to by demanding business from customers who won't even acknowledge their presence at their windows. They do not realise that they can get run over, the pollutants can make their own little city inside those lungs and those bad people who would do bad things to little girls or women that are trying to earn a living on such busy streets. The next time someone comes up to your window, smile at them, if they are asking for alms, give them food and then feel better about yourself and drive off to wherever you were going anyway.