Just got this from a friend of a friend of mine:
"I was talking to my father-in-law over Christmas. He recounted this
tale. For background, it's worth knowing that he's recently gone blind.
He doing his white-stick training around town with the trainer. His wife was with him, as was the trainer (obviously). This lesson covered how to cross the road: you use the stick to help you find the dropped section for disabled people to cross and stand there. You then listen for traffic. When it goes quiet, you start out and cross over.
After he had done this ten or fifteen times, they let him have a go on
his own. He found the dropped section and waited. Zooom! A car goes by.
Zooom! Another one. Zoom! Zoom! Then he heard one stop. This confused
him and he was left trying to work out what the car was doing. Was he
parking? Had he just stopped to let a passenger out?
As he stood there pondering, he heard a shout from his wife: "Stay where
you are dear, the silly bugger's flashing his lights at you"
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