I almost hit a kid today.
I was dropping my kids off at school, and as I inched my way forward out of the drop-off lane, a mom pulled up to my left, the front of her van jutting halfway into the cross-walk. I waited for her kids to exit from the right side, toward the school, but the door didn’t open. I idled my way forward, imagining some small bodies suddenly hurtling out of her side door and into my lane.
Suddenly, a small voice in my head yelled, “STOP!”
Without even thinking, I slammed my foot on the break hard enough to throw me forward. I missed one of her kids by an inch, if not less. She was letting them out on the left, rather than the right, and because she was parked over the cross-walk, I had no view of her kids until they had passed the front of her van completely.
Neither mom nor kids noticed.
Me, on the other hand? I am shaking so hard I can hardly type.