You probably don’t even know how I kept you from going to prison for manslaughter. Quite simple, really.
As you drove your red car at me in the crosswalk on Dundas East, I saw that you were not slowing down in the least. It was broad daylight and the crosswalk signals were flashing, so I realized at once that you must be a blind person, oblivious to my presence between your headlights. To spare you the inconvenience of killing me, I ran out of your way.
Glad to help, but next time, you might not be so lucky.