Me: Pink haired girl in the tan Oldsmobile heading east on 2nd Avenue, a
one way arterial, driving about 32 mph, enjoying my day. You: a middle aged
man in an older truck, short hair, sunglasses. You were driving at quite a
responsible speed, but the only problem was it was directly perpendicular
to how I was travelling. I slammed on my breaks and came within a breath of
connecting with you. Your face was peaceful and contemplative as you drove
through the intersection.