Today on my way to work, I was nearly smashed into by another car. At this point, I am still trying to figure out how I wasn't hit. There is a traffic light at the end of our street and it was out. There were stop signs clearly posted around it and everyone was obeying the stop. When I was my turn, I headed into the intersection and this car flew by, going about 50 miles an hour. I have a feeling even if the light had been red, it wouldn't have made a difference. Whoever it was was intent on getting to the Seven/Eleven for gas. I saw the car as I was driving by. It was pretty freaking scary and had it been anywhere other than Stockton, I might have gotten out of the car and given them a piece of my mind. Can't chance it here. That's the second Thursday in a row that I've almost been hit. WTF... I used to like Thursdays.