How to Stop traffic!

Today, I walked in to an intersection. Six lanes meet from four directions. Over car horns, I heard someone yell from their car, "what the hell are you doing!"
I was definitely at a crossroad. I spun around slowly to examine the faces of the angered drivers. I felt like I was spinning for hours.
Moments before I stepped on to the center of the intersection, I wondered if drivers would stop their cars for me; for little, old me. When I drive, I always see deer on the side of the road. Sometimes, the deer look as if they have spontaneously combustion. Other times, they look serene, as if they slowly fell asleep while wandering the highway; barely making the median, they stop and take a nap.
I wonder why drivers don't stop for the deer. The possibilities are endless. The drivers were probably going to fast and the deer were moving to slow. Maybe, the driver was on the phone, talking to someone about just witnessing a deer falling asleep in the median of the highway just seconds ago. Little did the driver know that the there was another deer ahead. The second deer, the one the driver hit, was probably trying to figure out why the first deer wanted to sleep in the median.
The thought of the deer passed. I realized I wanted to walk dangerously like the deer. I knew the highway could be fatal. The intersection would possibly allow me to maintain my life, if the drivers stopped. And they did. I realized stopping traffic.