To indicate that the recent “accident” in Airport Heights, in which a car ran over a man’s foot while he was on the crosswalk, was no freakish, highly unlikely episode, may I briefly relate my recent experience?
In the evening of the same day, I was driving eastward on Cornwall Crescent. I stopped to let a lady (with a child in a carriage) cross the road; a taxi and several other cars stopped in the westward lane.
The lady looked carefully in both directions and was about to step onto the road.
I suddenly realized that the pair of headlights that had been behind me for several minutes was no longer there.
No, this car was now alongside me, trying to pass me, going up on the sidewalk.
The sudden, very scared look on the woman’s face was so obvious, as she hastily pulled the carriage backwards onto the sidewalk. She hesitated for some moments before trying again. The car on my right backed up to its position behind me once more.
I was so relieved by the absence of a scene of blood and massacre that I then drove on.
In retrospect, I should have gotten out, gotten the car’s licence plate number and phoned the police.
If the driver involved reads this, he/she probably just laughed.
William Abraham
St. John’s
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