Your kindness is killing me!
Maybe it’s the low speed, or the likelihood of establishing eye contact, but for some reason a 4-way stop seems to turn even the most truculent drivers into the epitome of grace and courtesy.
“After you, little one, I insist! The day is hot and I am in no rush—please, go ahead!” I imagine them saying, as they emphatically gesture for me to cross in front of them.

