A coworker once remarked that all of the cars in the garage of people rushing to get home is like the second filming of Ben Hur. I almost got hit by one of the “chariots” on the way to my car this evening. My path was clear when I stared to walk; but a car zooming around two blind corners still almost hit me. I’m in hurry to get home too; but I still watch out for pedestrians. Apparently, expecting everyone else to do the same is asking too much.