Like most local motorists it is my habit to give pedestrians the right of way. But, please, I have to be able to see you first.
It was a dark drizzly, moonless night. You were wearing a black, long, hooded coat.
No, I did not see you emerging out of the dark nearly next to my car, not to mention the dirty looks and unlady-like lingo. (Unfortunate byproduct of women’s equality).
Do you not realize when you are dressed like that on a dark night you almost become invisible?
Even a bright-coloured scarf would do the trick.
Please, allow me to practice my habit by giving you the right of way.