I didn’t see you walking your dogs down the middle of the street until you were just outside my car window. You wore dark clothing, the dogs were dark colored and the sun had set hours ago. Holy mother of fuck; I might not have known you were there until I heard the crunch. You gave me a hateful look, the adrenaline dump was insane, and I contemplated the rest of the way home how I could have been spending the night in jail because I killed someone with my car. AND I NEVER SAW YOU.

In the dark, why aren’t you on the sidewalk, which is designed for pedestrians? Probably because taking your dogs to poop means you are expected to pick up after them. If they poop in the street, no one cares. Is that worth your life? Or, if you know you are walking down a street in the dark, why would you not wear something white, or even a safety reflective vest? But no, you wear a black hoodie, dark pants and don’t carry a flashlight. In the aftermath, you will be dead or badly injured, and I will get the charges and the penalties and spend the rest of my life dealing with the court system, your family, the lawsuits and the PTSD nightmares.

You are the reason I don’t drive any more. You scared the ever-loving shit outta me that night. And you will never know that.

How many people here at DKOS have had a similar experience, or even one where the incident happened? What was the final outcome? Am I the only one?