Sometimes the Seattle Polite attitude (mentioned at the beginning of this article about its flipside, the Seattle Freeze) really amuses me.
On my way home for lunch, I was just standing at the corner of Pike and 8th by the Convention Center waiting for the light to change. As I stood there, the car coming down the hill slowed, stopped, and the driver nodded for me to cross. I pointed at the light — “You’ve got the green, buddy…” — and he just waved me across.
Well, whatever. I crossed, and he went on his way. His good deed for the day, maybe?