Candy stepped off the sidewalk and nearly died.
A car went flying past, slipping a little on the slowly freezing puddle, splashing Candy as she walked. Candy raised her fist and yelled out, “Stop, you asshole!”
As the car came to a screeching stop, she started across the street again. Again, a car flew past in front of her, then hit the brakes when it saw the one stopped in front of it. It screeched, swerved, and rear-ended the first car as its owner watched in horror, just a few feet away.
The owner of the second car got out, and the owner of the first car started toward him, his anger now directed at this new imbecile.
Candy, meanwhile, crossed the road, the light finally in her favour.