Monday is hardly ever a good day. Every other week, I have a late meeting at work, which can sometimes run as late as 8:00. I normally sleep in a bit on those days and arrive around 9:00 a.m. instead of my usual 7:30.

This morning, I stopped off to grab breakfast. The cool fall air was settling in and it was hard to shake off the grogginess I was feeling. As I crossed the parking lot toward my building, I was looking forward to getting to my desk and tearing into my bagel and hash browns.

I was on the sidewalk in front of my building when a green Pontiac turned off the roundabout and rolled steadily toward me. It was moving slowly enough for me to easily get away, but I stood close enough to shout at the driver to stop.

After a few feet, she did, and rolled down the window to see why she was being yelled at. It was an older woman, not necessarily a blue hair, but old enough to warrant her next of kin reexamining her eyesight and/or driving skills. I told her she had driven onto the sidewalk, and she complained that with the sun glare, she couldn’t see where she was going.

I didn’t even know how to respond to such a flippant excuse to what could have been very damaging behavior. I simply told her which way to back out and get back on the road. I didn’t stick around to see if she resolved her trajectory, as my breakfast was now getting cold.

A bystander told me she thought I was brave for stopping her. I never saw myself in any immediate danger, as the car wasn’t traveling that fast. I could easily have avoided her at even double the speed. However, if she’d continued in the direction she was headed, she could have hit someone else. Barring that, the end of the sidewalk had a sharp drop off where she could have easily done permanent damage to her car.

I mentioned the incident to the guy who works the front desk, as he is normally stationed outside where this all went down. He wasn’t all that shocked to hear it. Apparently, it’s happened before. The fire code requires a place for emergency vehicles to have access, so they can’t block it off totally.

I should mention, the building is a cancer center, so the average age of the patronage skews much older than in other areas of the hospital. After seeing my fair share of crazy driving antics lately, this one takes the cake. And, because nothing can be done to close the area off, it’s really only a matter of time before it happens again.