While the entirely unhurried pedestrian making her way so casually across 4th Street could be accused of acting like she was queen of the road, the ever-entitled motorist who — gasp! — lost a few precious seconds because of her pace proves beyond a reasonable doubt that he is king of the losers by finding it so ridiculously¬† necessary to sound his horn at her — and after she’s out of his way. Subsequently I saluted His Disgrace, per custom and protocol.