I was driving back from Pilates this morning and I almost hit a runner with my car. First let me say that it was so not my fault, and if I would have hit him, he would have totally deserved it. Why you ask? Because he was running in the damn street. Who does that when there is a perfectly good sidewalk to run on? I would have understood if there was no sidewalk, or I maybe would have given him a pass if the sidewalk was in poor condition, but none of the above conditions existed. It was a perfectly good sidewalk. I know it was good because I looked.
The most irritating part about this whole incident is that the guy gave me a dirty look. Like it was my fault that he almost got hit by a car in the middle of the road…where cars drive. Sorry, but I don’t drive on the sidewalk, so how about if you don’t run in the street. It sure would be a shame if I clipped you with my car the next time you were running in the middle of the road. I hear it’s hard to run when you have two broken legs.
Editor’s Note: Angela is currently seeking therapy for her road rage issues.