Normality

After a week of mourning and reflection, I fear that some of Greater Manchester's citizens may be reverting to what passes for "normality." Two examples:

I was crossing a long straight road earlier. I saw a car approaching from the right but I had reached the other side before it passed. The driver yelled from the window "run you stupid *******!"

An hour later, crossing a residential street, diagonally opposite a junction, as I passed the white line in the centre, a car zoomed out of the junction turning right and, on the wrong side of the road, accelerated towards me. This time I did run.  The driver greeted me with a charming hand gesture.

What is so funny about Peace, Love and Understanding?