I prepared for the right hook that never came.

I heard the unmistakeable sound of oversized tires and a big engine gunning and a white Ford Expedition slid into my peripheral vision like an Imperial Star Destroyer. It moved ahead, its right turn signal blinking a warning. I had nowhere to go so I held my line and speed and prayed that she would remember I was there and not crush me against the curb with a flick of her wrist.

She slowed, I flowed past her, and as she turned into the parking lot, I held up my hand in a friendly "thank you for not killing me" wave.