...Or at least I thought I did.

I was driving home straight into the setting sun (yeah, the sun does shine in Cleveland once in a while) so I couldn't see very well. It's a busy four-lane road posted at 35 mph and I'm driving my big beater cargo van. All of a sudden I catch a glimpse of someone walking in the street (the sidewalks were buried in snow and nobody bothered to shovel them). I swerved to miss the guy, but hit him anyway.

I immediately jammed on my brakes and pulled into a driveway. As I was running up to the guy (I knocked him to the sidewalk) I'm thinking "please be alive! please be alive!" Then I'm thinking the guy is seriously injured, I'm going to get sued, I'm going to lose my house, my retirement fund, etc. I was in a total panic.

Turns out the guy was okay. His elbow was a bit sore and it quickly became obvious he was shiatfaced drunk. The best part: he wasn't even mad at me! He was so drunk he didn't even realize what happened.

Man, did I dodge a bullet today. Next stop is the junkyard to find a right-side mirror.