Driving through our neighborhood at 20mph… the speed limit is 10mph…

Some random guy on the street starts to walk in front of my car. As I approach, he looks up at me in shock that I’m in a car driving down the street. He stops and jumps out of the way even though he still would have plenty of time to cross to the other side.

Then…

Guy: (points at me) 10!!! 10!!!!

Me: (window rolled down) Oh yeah, sorry about that. (slowing down… more cautious of the strange guy who doesn’t recognize cars yet has a speedometer in his brain)

Luc: What was that guy talking about?

Me: He was, in his own way, trying to tell me to slow down.

Luc: … Why?! He’s not the police.

Me: No, he’s not.

Luc: And he’s not even wearing a shirt. Why would a person not wear a shirt?!