The other day, I was about to cross the street, using the cross-walk like a good pedestrian. A large SUV slowed and stopped for me, and as I walked out in front of it, waving in thanks to its driver, another large SUV came hurtling out of nowhere, around the one that had stopped. Its driver, on his cell, of course, had decided that it would be a good idea to speed around the stopped SUV, and he narrowly missed hitting me. He didn't even stop, though; he merely swerved a bit then sped on around me, throwing me a nasty glance, as if I'd been the one who had inconvenience him.
Man, I love Massachusetts.
More to come about the end of the year, my recent visit to Ohio, and summer life in general.
