I almost murdered a family of six pedestrians.
They were lucky. I was in the right lane; stopped at a red light. A MARTA bus was in the left lane blocking my view of the suicidal pedestrians who decided to dart out in front of my car when the light turned green.
I'm one of those drivers who likes to be First. I don't care if I'm just beating the other cars to the next red light. At least I got there First. The only time that I don't like to be First is when I'm putting on mascara. Then I like to have another car in front of me so that I know when to go. I hate it when people honk at me when I'm applying make up.
So, when the light turned green, I jumped out of the blocks. First!
And there they were. They had enough sense to pick up the baby and run. Their lives flashed before my eyes. As I didn't know them personally, it was a brief moment.
For a split second, I was scared. I almost killed them. With witnesses. Then, my rage kicked in. That's a typical response from me. I get especially angry at pedestrians who wear dark colors at night and walk in the middle of the street. I drive at night because reflective clothing washes me out. I understand that pedestrians want to be fashionable too, but is it worth the risk? I want to lean out of my window and shout, "I almost killed you, you son of a b*tch! Don't make me turn this car around."
I swear to G*d. I'll do it.
The word "pedestrian" seems funny to me now. I've used it so many times, that it no longer makes sense. "Pedestrian" sounds more like people from the country Pedestria. Beautiful countyside. Now I feel xenophobic for trying to kill them and hating them so deeply. I am ashamed. I have known some really nice Pedestrians. Decent folks. Stupid, but decent folks nonetheless.