weofodthignen | D.O.P.-T.

It's been Friday the 13th. I came really close to getting run over on my morning walk—on one of the crossings by the main park entrance, of course. I got the walking man sign and started to cross, and the driver of the small blue pick-up waiting at the light started turning left right through my path. I sped up, turned to face him and unloaded at him. I don't think he was going to stop till I shouted. He rolled down his window and said sorry in a not very sorry way, rather startled. A pedestrian crossing the street with the walk sign, how novel. Had his dog on the passenger seat, a Border Collie type dog, who wisely kept silent during the brief conversation.

Usually it's a Tesla. But so far it's always that intersection.