Like little soldiers we're taught to follow directions. Taking my part in the whole carbon footprint movement, I try to walk home from work if I can. As I made my way to cross the green light a driver hit me taking a right turn. Luckily I jumped fast enough, and although he tapped my kneecaps I landed on his hood. I can tell you that with the two other pedestrians who were watching, everyone was horrified, including the driver. Fortunately I was okay but this is the worrying part...
I had actually made eye contact with the driver and I was "sure" that he had seen me. But with cellphones, life stresses, and whatever else was muddling his brain that day he wasn't actually paying attention to what he was doing, DRIVING.
