To The Driver In The Car That Was Inches Away From Hitting Me At The Intersection:
If it takes hitting a pedestrian to teach you not to hit pedestrians who have the right of way, then so be it. Your left-assist arrow was way past green, in case you didn’t notice, and you should have stopped at the white line to let me through. You did not have to follow the car in front of you through my white blinking man. I’m sure it gave you quite a scare to slam on your brakes, but you can’t use the excuse that it was dark because I have a nice big white and black-striped shirt on with a bright red hat to accompany it. You’ll notice I was yelling at the cars ahead of you whom you were following while I was walking along my merry way; I didn’t stop walking just because you were in the path to hit me. I merely kept going, glaring at where your head should have been, only stepping around the place your tire would have been a few inches ahead from where you stopped. I’m not afraid of being hit by cars, and considering your tiny car only goes up to my shins even though I’m short, I’m sure it would have done a little damage and made you learn your lesson even more. If I have to teach all of Ogden to obey their stop lights and give pedestrians their rights person by person, including but not beginning with you, then it shall be my calling, confound it.