I was sleep deprived from being a new mother of twin babies. Not being able to easily get out of the house with them, I eagerly used the generosity of my family, to babysit while I made a quick getaway to the local grocery store. Filling my cart with mainly dipes,wipes, and formula, I paid and quickly headed to the exit. Having not really been out and about all that much recently, I spotted the humungous crosswalk in front of the store and wearily scanned it before heading to my vehicle. Pushing my cart slightly caddy corner, all the while staying within the prominently huge confines of the paint, I noticed something odd. I didn’t really register it because my mind was slightly fogged and I was absolutely confident in my role as a pedestrian. However, out of the corner of my eye, just on the periphery, I could see a slightly beat up car, making its way toward me, a little too quickly. Suddenly, boom, I hit it…with my cart…on its side and its side mirror. I think it was something like a Dodge Duster, nothing fancy, but still. The dude in the car was black, not that it really matters…probably middle aged. He threw his hands up at me and glared. Normally, I don’t think I’d have had the balls to call his bluff. He’d seen me coming, perfectly, just didn’t think I’d have the audacity to careen into him. My mind shouted at me, ‘did that just happen?!’ I’m normally a pretty shy person, usually afraid to tell people how I really feel. But, sometimes, I just snap. Like this time. Not as badly as I’ve done in the past, though. I didn’t start waving my middle finger and shouting obscenities, but I did stare him down and angrily point and say, ‘Crosswalk’… I wheeled my buggy over to my car and quietly, almost surreally loaded up. I was kind of pissed and waited for the man to circle back around to give me a telling off. I would usually have been really scared and would have been halfway out of the parking lot by then. But, I hadn’t properly slept for what felt like a really long time and I welcomed the chance to unload on someone who had almost run me and my bags full of baby underware, over. I was ready to start screaming about the two invisible babies I could have been toting around and what would he have done if he’d have pulled that stunt then? I waited…1, 2, 3. Nothing. What? He was gone. And that was it. I hope it doesn’t happen again. I’d be really disappointed, I think.