While moving myself to my normal run location, I walked halfway across one of the streets bordering the park, waiting for the traffic to clear. I was going to cross the final two lanes when I noticed a car turning left from the street behind me. Since cars have considerably more mass than me, I decided to let it go.
Too bad the car decided to move into the turn lane where I was standing.
Thankfully, the car was only going 5-so miles, and the driver realized that he was pushing someone back after a while. He explained that he assumed that I was going to cross and apologized.
I was thankful that I escaped with no injuries, but definitely in a bit of shock over the whole episode. However, on the way back home from my run, I used the crosswalk; one close encounter was enough for today.
Long ago, I decided that if a car was going to hit me and I had the chance, I was going to hit it right back. If I'm going to take a hit from some idiot, you'd better believe that idiot is going to have a nice big dent or broken window courtesy of my fist/foot/whatever I can throw at it in the final moment. That and I'd sue for a trillion dollars.
That is, unless of course the driver was hot...