Almost got whacked by a psycho in a car on my way to the shops today because he decided to floor it down an ultra-quiet residential street with parked cars cramming both sides of the road. I saw it in the distance before I crossed but didn’t realise he was about to violently accelerate, and plus his car was one of those dead-silent ones you can’t hear until it’s almost already run you over. Fuuuuuck I hate cars