That's right, I honked at you. I did it with calm deliberation, and I would do it again.
I stopped the car well before the crosswalk at my red light. You sauntered across your crosswalk well after the flashing hand started. Perhaps you're naturally inattentive. Perhaps your cellphone conversation was particularly engrossing.
I was an alert and conscientious driver. You couldn't even be bothered to hustle across the crosswalk before my light turned green. My honk is your punishment.