Today I went to get my oil changed about two miles from my house. In that short distance:
(Cue circus music)
I nearly got hit on 38 1/2 Street when I couldn't see where I was going because a parked Humvee was blocking my view of the intersection.
Thirty seconds later, I was waiting to cross the highway when the car next to me ran the red light. It wasn't like they were trying to ootch through the yellow, either; they apparently got bored all of a sudden with being stopped and just started driving forward, narrowly avoiding getting clobbered at least three times. The person behind them blindly started going too (baa), but stopped when he realized his mistake. There was a cop sitting right across from us, but he was tinkering with his radio and missed the whole thing.
I went three more blocks before I had to swerve to avoid a car that was swerving to avoid a man walking down the middle of the street.
There was another genius at Guadalupe and 38th Street. We all had to wait patiently for him to back up out of the intersection before we could turn left. He was talking on his phone and didn't notice he was running a light until a bunch of cars started coming toward him.
Finally I got to the oil-change place. The owners of two cars that had just been in a wreck were waiting for the police in the parking lot. Finally one showed up, and it was the same cop who hadn't seen the guy run the red light just a few minutes before.
Jesus Christ. I drove home very defensively when my car was done.