Two Headlights

I have been inside a lot recently.
Inside of my workplace more often because the holidays dictate busy-ness for a cashier.
Inside of my home more often because it is cold outside in Chicago and I have more time away from work this year than last.
I only work 4 days a week now as a cashier (I recently learned that sentence in Japanese, and it was hard as hell: Ima ichi shuukan no uchi yokkakan, watashiwa shigoto ni ikimasu. <--I think.) and have much more free time, much of which is spent indoors as my reduction in workdays included a reduction in pay.

In short, I have been going somewhat crazy.

I've been talking to myself (though not to an absurd extent; i still make sense) and sitting before the computer and thinking about the cold land outside my window. I rarely know if it is snowing or raining or clear. A very limited amount of light is visible from the window, and my only view through it is of the building next to mine, which is about 15 feet distant, and taller.

When I do go outside, I find that I am almost hit by a car nearly every time.

Two weeks ago, on my way home from work at night, I was walking on the sidewalk towards an intersection with a four way stop at a stop sign. Looking ahead, I saw two headlights, a car, coming towards me from the other side of the intersection.
It was not on the street.
It was on the sidewalk.
I stopped on my side of the intersection, still on the sidewalk and waited. I thought that if it continued coming towards me, then I would run left or right.
I waited because I wanted to watch it; it was so weird to see a car coming at me on the same pedestrian path as me.
The car reached the curb and dropped down onto the asphault without slowing down (it was moving, maybe 20mph) and it's underbelly made a horrible screeching noise as it scraped. The car turned right and traveled up the street to my left. I was able to see the driver's face as the car turned, but he did not look at me.
There was no reason for him to drive on that sidewalk. It is in front of a school, and is very wide, and the first driveway on that block is for a pay-lot. He must have been drunk and turned right onto the sidewalk, instead of the street.
HAHAHA
I love Chicago.