Dear Jogger

Dear Jogger I almost hit with my car this morning,

WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?? There you are, I see you happily jogging down the sidewalk. Your earphones are in as you are probably listening to your latest book-on-tape or maybe Survivor's "Eye of the Tiger". I am with you in spirit, wishing I could jog along with you and be all healthy, enjoying the sweat...feeling the burn! I am admiring your safety garb, your yellow, neon sleeves so we vehicle operators can see you. "Good job!", I say to myself. Nicely done, jogger! What a glorious morning for a jog!!

And then you Screw. It. Up. What POSSESSED you to veer left, without looking, no HAND GESTURE, nothing.... to cut across the street without a crosswalk, corner....anything that might have given me a clue? My happy mental music of "Eye of the Tiger" came to a screaching halt as simultaneously my blood pressure shot up, brake jarringly applied and my brain screamed "NOOOoooooo". Nice, Jogger. Niice.

Now I have to go home to change my pants. Just thought you and your neon sleeves should know. Oh and by the way, your little smile and halfhearted wiggle of the fingers doesn't change the fact that I wet myself.