Back from a brisk two-and-a-half mile walk, which was lovely until the very end. I was on Woodman, crossing the street to then go west for the final two blocks. I left the crosswalk just before the halfway point because the sidewalk is almost non-existent at the corner. As I do, this car comes roaring and turning right and if I don't move fast I'm dead. So, I yelled "Slow down, jerk!" Jerk slams on his breaks because jerks like to double down on their jerkiness, rolls down the passenger window, flips me off and yells, "You wen't in the crosswalk!" I got my phone out, then said, "Listen, a-hole (I said the whole word, of course), had I been in the crosswalk I'd be under the wheels of your car right now. This isn't the freeway, it's a family neighborhood, where people walk with their kids and pets and you don't need to speed here." He started yelling again and I told him I was calling the cops - I walked around to the rear of his car to snap his license - and what does Mr. Jerk do? Guns his car and speeds off before I can get the plate.
