Blind Planet

Your attempting to cross a very busy street. You know the ones I'm talking about, the ones where you only get like a minute to cross, and that's on a good day. There's this street near where I live, kind of like the main drag in Vancouver. So, this one day, my boy friend and are walking back from the bus stop which is on the other side of the street. We get to this rather hellish street crossing, when it happens. Some guy on a bike drives right past us. Now, we're both blind my boy friend and I, and both of us were trying to get assistance crossing this street. After we stand there for a few more minutes, guy on the bike comes back again. Aparently, he didn't get it the first time when both of us had stated in clear English that we needed help. What did he think, we were speaking in Zulu or something? After several attempts of me trying to explain to the guy what we wanted, because he was unable to understand my boy friend due to his very thick African accent, we finally get a cross and on our way back home.