Dear Lady Who Almost Ran Over My Dog Last Night,
Good morning. Hope you slept well. You may not remember me (frankly you didn't seem to be paying attention to anything around you), but you and your Vehicle of Mass Destruction nearly plowed me down yesterday on the corner of Jarvis and Church. Now, it isn't myself that I am so concerned about. But to put it bluntly...
Bitch, you almost killed my dog.
Since you were driving, I can only assume that you must have passed a driving test. Congratulations for that. Did you skip the part about pedestrians crossing when the light is green? Did you see that little white image of a person walking? I saw it. That's why I crossed with Jack, and Craig crossed with Daisy.
You, on the other hand, turned right when you weren't supposed to. How you failed to see two fairly tall adults walking two white dogs, I have no idea. But you were a milisecond away from trapping Jack under your neutral-coloured mid-sized generic family sedan, and you paid no notice. Even when Craig screamed at you, you didn't flinch.
People like you make me angry. I hope that you never have to go through the anguish of killing someone's dog - but if you do, let it be a lesson to you. You are a shitty driver who doesn't deserve the privilege of owning anything motorized, except the blinds in the house you should never leave.
Had you killed this little guy, trust that there'd be hell to pay.
The Chick Who Would've Pounded Your Face In If She Had The Chance