Flipping Pathfinder of Death

I swear it was the same guy both days. Monday, someone almost mowed me down in the crosswalk, I think because he was eyeing 3 shapely teenage girls in tight clothes. He had this daydreaming grin on his face and barely seemed to notice me when I screamed profanities at him. I wasn't absolutely sure I had the walk light, only because I only knew there were lots of people ahead of me, several behind, and by the time I started cussing it was on walk. I'm sure it was anyway, I just hadn't consciously looked.

Whatever, he just stared at me. I swear it was the same guy in the same enormous black Ford(?) Pathfinder who kept inching forward across the crosswalk as I walked toward the curb, and he made me walk around the front of him as he drifted forward--rather quickly. I kept staring right at him, but he barely seemed to notice or care. I was trying to get the license # this time, but wasn't fast enough. Sorry I didn't. I feel as though I didn't try very hard for fear of a confrontation. Like the rest of my life.

Bleh. Well, time wasted on facts.