A street woman gets some respect from a cafe-goer; Critical Mass irks a person (OK, a lot of people). And, of course, there's the usual...

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A street woman gets some respect from a cafe-goer; Critical Mass irks a person (OK, a lot of people). And, of course, there’s the usual case of “cellphonitis.”

“A huge rave to the gentleman walking his beautiful black-and-white Great Dane in Green Lake. He found a card I had mailed, but had been dropped on the ground by the postman. He brought the card back to my house so I could mail it again.”

“A rant for the Critical Mass (Critically Ill) bicycle event Sept. 28 through downtown Seattle. Just what is the point of a mass of bike riders blatantly breaking traffic laws and endangering pedestrians? My wife and I tried to cross Alaskan Way at a signaled crosswalk but were held up by a pack of self-righteous idiots riding through the red light. If you want respect, how about playing by the rules?”

” A big rave to the gentleman who was waiting outside for a table Sept. 23 at Macrina Bakery & Cafe in Seattle. A homeless woman not wearing shoes or socks walked down the street asking people for change. Most people refused or looked away, but the gentleman waiting on the bench got up and offered to buy her a cup of coffee. He treated her with respect even kindly asking if she’d like sugar in her coffee.”

“To the mother pushing a stroller while talking on the phone in the Woodridge neighborhood of Bellevue. You are lucky to be alive today because a driver nearly hit you. Why can’t you get off of your cellphone long enough to check for traffic before darting out of a side street onto the main road? Your phone obstructed your eyesight, your hearing and your common sense. Use your second chance wisely.”

Then you really might know what it’s like to sing the blues: rantandrave@seattletimes.com.