Yesterday, I was nearly run over by a car. I was walking down to REI, crossing at a busy intersection only a couple blocks from the store. I was in the crosswalk. I had the light. I was not talking on my phone or listening to music or doing anything other than crossing the street.
That’s when it happened. A massive SUV raced into the intersection and started to turn left, directly toward where I was walking. My first thought was that the driver must certainly see me. Then I thought that the driver certainly does not see me. And finally I thought only of the looming chrome grill and the bumper’s deadly gray glare.
I sprinted forward just in time, letting loose a string of expletives that rushed forth like, well, like someone running from of an oncoming car.