Maybe You Don't Want to Come Visit Pt. 3

People drive horribly here. Those of you who have known me for a while, probably can attest to the fact that my own driving record is far from sterling and that I have a pretty high tolerance for bad driving (Dad?). I like to anticipate green lights and speed through the yellow ones just like anyone. Okay, fine.

Holy cow, though, I have never been so consistently scared of motorists in my life. Today for instance, there was someone driving on the sidewalk. It wasn’t just a few-feet, half-on the curb, second-or-two drive around the construction kind of sidewalk driving. No, no. This was an against the flow of traffic, on the wrong side of the road, full speed, quarter-mile, no headlights kind of sidewalk driving. The person almost hit some poor driver who, shockingly, did not expect some Audi to come careening around a corner on the sidewalk on the wrong side of the road. And also, well, me, who was walking along that particular sidewalk, and not expecting it either. That’s not all. I swear if a car is far away down the street when you are crossing, nine times out of ten the person will speed up just to prove that they are going fast enough that you should have waited before venturing out onto the cobblestones. Slowing down? Waving someone across? No way, at least not in this town.