On returning to the car we had to cross the road: deserted, a good view for a kilometre each way. What did he do? Went to the pelican crossing, pressed the button and waited for the green man! We started to cross on red and he went beserk!
Sounds like one of my brother's stories. When he was in the army in Berlin with the Glorious Glosters (around the time the wall came down) some anarchist squatters were demonstrating and building barricades. To build said fortifications they were carrying what they could out of some empty buildings, but each time waiting obediently for the little green man to light up before crossing the road. It had the British squaddies in stitches.
