I was standing on southbound Craig Street, waiting for the light to change to cross Fifth Avenue, when USPS van 1520432 passed on my right, with about a foot and a half of clearance.¹ He seemed likely to pass right through the light until I called out something about there being a No Turn on Red sign.
The driver stuck his head out the window and asked what I’d said, so I repeated myself, at which he responded, ‘so?’
“So, you’re supposed to stop at the white line.”²
“When you get a license, you can tell me what to do.”
Though I was riding a bike, I in fact have a driver’s license, but that’s irrelevant…. I said the vehicle number was on the back of the truck and I would be reporting it, to which he said “Go right ahead. Tell them my name is Leroy Brown.”