He stands on the corner and waits patiently. He looks happy and laid-back. He waits for the cars to come to a complete stop. He steps off the curb. He is pleased. He crosses the street. He walks at a brisk pace; a very brisk pace. He doesn't want anyone to wait for too long on his account. He prefers to not further inconvenience the drivers, who were so polite as to stop for him. He knows that he had the right-of-way, but he prefers to acknowledge those who acknowledge him, and so he smiles and waves thank-you to the drivers as he passes their cars.
And he is happy.
He is patient. He is content. He is polite.
He is obviously from out of town.