The Letter of the Law

I ride up to the corner just as the crosswalk light turns red. I'm standing behind two high school aged boys in altered school uniforms talking with mafia-I'm-really-cool accents.

Saggy Pants: Ah man, we should have freakin crossed.
Spikey Hair: I tried, yo, but that hot chick almost hit me with her bike.
Saggy Pants: Alright, next time there aren't any cars, I'm going.
Spikey Hair: Hold on, dude! There are cops right there.
Saggy Pants: (looking over his shoulder) Naw, they can't see us.
Spikey Hair: They can so. Lookin right through the window at us.
Saggy Pants: Well crap.
Spikey Hair: I guess it ain't worth it.
Saggy Pants: No, we can't risk it.

And they wait patiently until the light turns green.