I am still furious about this, and it happened more than 90 minutes ago. Fortunately, I’m not David Banner.
I was returning at dusk from a grocery errand, and as I reached our secluded North Virginia neighborhood, I stopped at the STOP sign at a side street, then took the tight turn onto a main drag. Exactly as I did that, a young jogger whipped around the same corner, in the street. I had to swerve to miss her.There are no sidewalks in that part of the road complex,…which only means that it is an irresponsible place to jog.
I was just a few blocks from home and almost proceeded directly to my house. But she really scared me, and the woman appeared oblivious to how close she came to being clipped. Then my father’s ghost kicked in: I was with him several times when he chased people down for the sole purpose of telling them they were idiots and why.
So I drove around looking for the jogger. She had a potentially deadly habit, other than jogging, and I had an obligation to warn her.
It took me a while, but I found the woman, still blithely jogging, reveling in her youth, beauty, and immortality. I pulled up next to her with my window open, and called out, “Hey! You nearly got yourself killed back there. Did you even notice? If you are going to run, use sidewalks, or be damn sure if you’re on the street that you can be seen in plenty of time by drivers, like me. You came around that corner without looking or slowing down, at dusk, wearing dark clothes, and it’s just luck that I didn’t hit you. The street is mine when I’m driving, Your carelessness could have gotten you killed, and then I would have to live with the the consequences. You’re an idiot.”
I had to say that. For Dad.
I was angry, and allowed myself to look and sound angry. You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry.
“All right! All right!” she said. “I’ll never do it again!”
“Good!” I said, and drove away.
I was so ticked off I managed to get turned around and got lost in my own neighborhood. But if she gets herself killed the next time, or crippled, or sustains a closed head injury that leaves her a drooling vegetable, at least she was warned.