I had something similar happen here this past weekend.
The international market sits in a huge retail development divided by a two-lane access road. There are crosswalks to get from the shops on the north side to the ones on the south side, at regular intervals.
People absolutely fly up and down this, not considering that’s it’s not really a proper road, but just a way to get from one end of the complex to the other.
I needed to cross, so I figured my chances were better with a shopping cart, so I grabbed one and inched out into the crosswalk. Busy Saturday, so it was like trying to cross the racetrack at Daytona.
Around here, cars slow down/stop just enough for you to cross right in front of them, so it’s the norm to have cars behind you and in front of you driving through the crosswalk. Just the ones you’re passing in front of will be stopped.
I was about 2/3rds through the crosswalk when I looked up and saw someone in a big Ford 4-door 4WD heading right for me at top speed…head down, looking at his GD phone.
I had to dive out of the way, Hollywood style, and it was probably my imagination, but I swear I felt the wake of him flying by.
Funny thing was, I was contemplating getting a beer at one of the little bars there, because it was too early for lunch. I’d just about decided against it, but that changed my mind.