While walking my dog yesterday evening, wearing a bright green tunic I might add, we came very close to becoming a hood ornament to a big black Chevy PU truck. Nala & I were crossing at a crazy "Z" intersection - where the street takes a jog, so we're 50 ft left of the driver. Anyway, we were already crossing, as this truck was approaching the interestion, it stops at the stop sign, driver looks RIGHT, the proceded to turn LEFT right into us. I was watching the driver the entire time, and my brain is processing that he never looked LEFT before he started rolling, he doesn't-see-me, jerk-is-going-to-hit-me! Oh Crap! My flight instinct kicked in and I turned to RUN, did a hard enough yank on Nala's leash that she yelped. 'Bout that time, driver finally saw me and stopped. Jerk had teenage son with him, and in a severe breach of southern manners didn't even mouth "sorry". So I'm standing in the middle of the street, heart in my chest, glaring, hurumph. Deep breath, and then continue walking on. Walked down a house or to, and into some shade, and pat Nala for being a good girl.