Yesterday, I was pushing Ian in the stroller to the post office, and while we were in the middle of the street (in the crosswalk, I might add), a car with handicapped plates didn't wait for us to finish crossing-- he revved his engine and crossed South Third, so he was essentially heading right at us-- but all I could think was "if this guy hits us-- a dad and his kid in a stroller walking within the confines of the crosswalk-- after running through a STOP sign, then when we go to court, he's not going to have a leg to stand on."
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