I was on my honeymoon week before last. My wife and I were crossing the street, in the crosswalk, with the green light, when a car came screaming around the corner right at us. I pulled her back a couple of steps, backing up myself at the same time and we just averted becoming car-crossed lovers. The idiot driver slowed down, but sped away as I approached with a few well-chosen words. As she did, I saw two small children in the car. No, one of them wasn't driving.

If I had had to look for her to get her out of the way, we both would have been run over, as there would have been no time. They were right in Kindergarten: Hold hands when you cross the street. It saved two lives.