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Near miss

We took a family walk to Best Buy on Saturday. You can get most of the way there on the river path, which is nice. I just love doing errands on foot or on bike, even if we do get some weird looks sometimes. What I don't like is Best Buy. I really don't mean to sound like a store snob, but 15 bucks for a network cord connector? Come on guys, it's a piece of plastic.

Anyway, on the way home, we were crossing a main road with a pedestrian signal and crosswalk. A car coming towards us, but turning left across the crosswalk, didn't see us there and came thiiiiiis close to hitting us. In fact, he came close enough for us to see who it was - our friends the Saudis. So we all laughed at the near miss and went our separate ways.

Later, I got to thinking about this. Why was it OK to almost be hit by a car in a crosswalk just because we happen to know and like the offending driver? Was it because he was Middle Eastern, and so we figured crazy Middle Eastern driving "rules" applied, and thus excused him?

I have no idea.

My brother the extra

A home for the summer