Car...

I almost got hit by a car this afternoon. It's five hours later and I'm still freaking out about it.

I decided to walk from my house to the library, which is like two miles away, but I had eaten a huge lunch (The Chicken Florentine Flatbread sandwich at Subway--it was yum! I totally recommend!), and I needed to clear my head anyway. Well, I was passing a house with a nice, steep driveway (in my stake, though not in my ward--if the person had been in my ward, I might have completely lost it) and I looked to my left to see a car whooshing down backwards towards me, white lights glaring at me telling me that the driver was in no way about to stop, and, contrary to the car's action, my heart just stopped. I let out a yelp and leapt out of the way. I kept walking in a dazed stupor, and the car drove past me, the driver had the nerve to just mouth "Sorry!" at me through his rolled-up window and speed away without a backward glance.

As if I hadn't gone on a walk in the first place to try and de-stress. As if I didn't have enough plaguing my nerves already.

Thanks a lot, IDIOT!!!