Declining Values

I had not imagined such annoying impatience. The lone homeless looking gentleman, although outside of the cross walk, was crossing the intersection. I needed to turn left, resulting in delaying on-going traffic. The gentleman slowly crossed as I patiently waited; but I heard a horn behind me. I was less annoyed by its sound than I was surprised. I said to myself, "Were the gentleman an animal, no one would blow". I was sadden by the thought of it. 072921PS