I'm disgusted now.

There's a busy intersection a small block east of Yonge St on King St. It's right across from the King Edward Hotel. Lots of traffic, and even more pedestrians. Caution is always a good policy.

This afternoon, while on my way home, I saw a guy pull a hasty left turn from King St. onto the side street, and he nearly hit a young woman with his car. She was on her way to the subway from the college campus down the street. She was surrounded by several of her friends, so it's not like she was isolated or hard to see. The knuckleheaded driver was just too impatient to play it safe.

Fortunately she wasn't hit by the car. The worst part of the whole incident was when she yelled at him for making such a close call. He stopped, rolled down his window a crack to hear what the woman had to say. I figured he was taking his lumps like a man. I was wrong.

The bugger had the audacity to laugh at this poor woman, as if her safety wasn't any of his concern. He was quite amused at the fact that he had frightened a pant-load out of her. I walked around the back of his car to hear this sickening exchange. It's one of those times when I wish I had a few seconds extra to evaluate the situation. I would have planted my boot on his car to leave him a reminder that you shouldn't mess with pedestrians. A few hundred dollars of damage to his car would have taught him a lesson.

I hope that Toronto's finest catch up with him someday, and yank his license... after they kick his ass.