i caused an accident & just kept walking

So me and the G go out for our afternoon walk today and head towards Parque Castilla... But before I continue, I think I need to explain something about being a pedestrian in good old Madrid. Our neighbourhood is full of what seems to be quite common in this city: cross walks at intersections that have no light, nor even a stop sign (one of the streets will have a yield sign, the other nada).

Of course drivers are supposed to give priority to us poor hoofers, else we could be waiting a long time. They will, in a pinch, stop for you. That is IF you're brave enough to play their own particular brand of "chicken". That is, they will continue coming through the intersection even if you've already stepped off the sidewalk, and they will do this at a speed that makes you wonder whether they intend to stop or not. Of course they are hoping you will chicken out and stay at the curb, but if you continue crossing, they will (usually) stop. Once I figured this out, I bow to no one, as I am a bit of an anticar-ite (for Seinfeld fans) and generally stubborn.

Anyway, back to my story. A few blocks away from our house, G and I stepped off the curb at a corner where some dumbass was actually parked (still in her car though) over most of the cross walk. Which I guess may excuse the driver who was approaching, as 'perhaps' she didn't see that I was stepping off the side walk (though of course maybe she did, it likely wouldn't have changed her behaviour).

I gave her a dirty look as she proceeded toward us and she did stop with her front wheels over the edge of the cross walk, which is quite normal as I said. Then, just as I stepped out of her way and she could've proceeded, another car came and rear-ended her at a decent clip; enough to make a bunch of noise but not propel her car forward much, I don't think.

I say I don't think because frankly, I didn't even think of turning back and sticking around. Though as I walked away, I did wonder if I should be a witness or whatnot but there were plenty of other people around and many of them seemed quite interested so I decided to just keep going.

I guess I was in kind of a bad mood (I've had a nasty headache for days) but also I'm just SO sick of people. I think my hermit-hood is starting to affect me. More than once when we're out recently, I find myself telling Alain, "L'enfer, c'est les autres". And sort of meaning it...